Its been so long,
Yet I have every curve of her body memorized
The way her head fits perfectly in my neck.
She is a beautiful muse
Dark and powerful
None can compare

Her hips are round and smooth
I just want to wrap my arms around them and gently kiss her neck

The scar on her check faded
I would still kiss it if I could

Her body petit,
Yet full of shape
Perfect to throw on the bed

Timid and shy of our love
I was not
I want more than anything for her to be mine

Her eyes,
A dark brown
Deep,
So deep you get lost in them

Her arms,
Recovering from battles lost against herself

Her thighs,
God her thighs
They are perfectly shaped to wrap around my face
She hates the scars that cover them
I just kiss her and say they are beautiful

She is my match in every which way

e: everything you do makes my ****** mood turn okay
m: man , you sure look beautiful, like any other day.
o: only you give me butterflies, and believe me thats new
t: this truly is too good to be true but...
i: i... i think i'm in love with you.
o: obviously you've heard that before but...
n: no-one catches my blue eyes like you do.
s: surely we can be something more then friends, or at least pretend.

My mind keeps pictures of you up on its walls
                            again
                         ­         and again
I find my thoughts drifting down that river of memory
orbiting around you, like forces of gravity drawn
to the idea of us (if there even is an us)

If I could then I’d lock you outside my brain, leave you out there to rot
in the abyss, where your words couldn't penetrate me
and your lips that work like anesthesia forbidden to numb me again

I won't do you the injustice of romanticizing your imperfections
You're no nebular, you're a black hole, a gaping flaw in creation
Your eyes that held millenniums of history, now hold me no future

You made me forget what it feels to have stability
To not walk out of a room and forget why I left
You make me want to shred the skin you touched
Like a reptile, to become reborn, purified from my past.

There never were any butterflies in your stomach, only parasites
but you fed them to me readily like a disease

So no, I won’t dedicate you another love poem
                 no I want (deserve) better
This isn't what love should be
I’ll write you a poem where the words convulse on the page
and you’ll forget to read it (you always do)

I learned today
That our cells regenerate
Every seven years.
It gives me peace
To know that in seven years
My body will no longer know you.
In seven years my skin
Will no longer tingle
At your touch.
In seven years my tongue
Will no longer remember
The taste that your lips allowed.
In seven years my eyes
Will no longer see you
On every street corner.
In seven years my ears
Will no longer hear
The music in your voice.
In seven years my nose
Will no longer smell
Your cologne in my bed.
But I learned another fact today:
Your braincells never go.
How tormenting it is
That you'll be gone from all my senses
But, in seven years, still haunt my mind.

A friend tried to die.
He tried to escape the iron grip of life.
But he failed.
We managed to get to him in time.
We "saved" him.
He sat in a room for a day,
Coughing.
Retching.
Crying.
He was reduced to nothing more than a sack of flesh,
Only staying alive
Because the human body has an astounding capacity
For forcing you to live, above all else.
As I drew closer, he feebly reached out,
Squeezed my hand,
And held on as he proceeded to apologize.
It was all I could do not to cry.
Later, they shipped him out for rehabilitation.
They gave him drugs.
Until he adjusted to them, they affected his brain so strongly,
He couldn't complete the sentences he started.
He couldn't remember what he just started to say two seconds previously.
He went back home soon, though.
He seems okay.
But I'm not.
A part of me died the day I saw him in that hospital bed.
This was my rock,
The person I looked to when my life fell apart.
Now his life has fallen apart.
Now I have nothing to show me things will be okay.
Now I sit in a pit of depression
Deeper than any I've dug before,
And I can't see the way out.
Attempting suicide is the worst thing you can do to your loved ones.
It hurts them more than it could ever possibly hurt you.
Life gets better.
You just have to reach out.

I thought your chest
was a hole
to another galaxy

and the only way
I could touch
the stars

was to tear you apart.