I could never tell
if it scared
or comforted me
every time I looked at you
and thought to myself,
I could so easily love you
forever.

Now, I know
it was both
fear
and warmth
simultaneously.
Love rarely speaks
the word
or.

you’re a poem to me
and i love my poetry
when i fly
or wants to die
it’s the only thing
that keeps me alive

"Morning sunlight kisses our bodies,
Messed up sheets by our tangled bodies,
Tracing each other's backs lovingly."

Darkness is a normal setting of mine
Spending everyday with
Sleeplessness dominating
Jaded is what my life has become

I'm consistently drained
Mentally, physically, and spiritually
Having nightmares without sleeping
Living with no one in a packed household

Life ****** my poor fatigued body
black hallowed soul left me  
Drifting apart from being
Jaded is what my life has become

a quiet night
                                                    echoing­ sobs
                                        glimpse of grief
                                                 heavy heartbeats
                                  sulking by a corner
                                             blaming my mind for hours
                          thinking over and over again -
                        

you can never grow a dead flower.