The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

My heart is in my stomach & i'm painted with sweat

No one but you makes my spine tingle like sprinkling rain

I ******* hate you
I ******* love you

You deserve love, but none of mine

******* swine

CTL

The human brain is beautifully extended
However, with beauty there is a price to pay
We have to pay for everyday that we spend elated and without worry;
Our thoughts and actions become dresser drawers
You may have them all open at once
None open at all or even slightly
Or a secret special sequence of opened *******

I choose to keep every drawer at a slight open

At ease, I may now peak in and search for the answer that I need

Never shut completely.. in case I become needy

tomorrow is not promised
it is a gift you might not get

tomorrow is not guaranteed
that's something you should never forget

cherish today as if it is your last
make peace with all the sins of your past

speak the words you said you never would
stand in a place where you have never stood

see the world with brand new eyes
remember your lows but bask in your highs