What sad sorrow one can bring
As paper is spoiled by the ink
From a pen whose forgotten name is
Loosely engraved on.

What deep despair one may have
As their blood pours gently down the sink.
When a blade goes across the skin to slash,
Only then, does one truly start to think.

A new month, a bunch of weeks.
Increasing numbers of pointless, sad streaks.

As demons creep back into disguise,
The frequency of old, dusty board games slowly rise.

Fortunately, no fear nor fright came last night,
So now we await the near spark of light
To ignite such a bright and fiery sight.

all your demons have finally died
my love..

Hurry they say; don't lose your chance.
As they stare with no further care, but I am lost in a trance.
Captivated by this love in which I fall,
Yet frustrated as I foolishly risk it all.
Forever feeling,
Never knowing,
A love, untouched.

You keep dreaming about a fantasy,
Dancing on the edge of reality
But there's one thing you can't see;
I don't have abs or good looks,
I play video games, I don't read books.

But if you love me the same way I see the beauty in you.
Being pretty is one thing but that's something any girl can do.

If you feel bad, that's good.
Give your heart a moment,
And focus on what he should do;
It's not for him, it's not about you.

They look at me like I'm mad;
It's all the frustration from being sad.
A memory of intensity blinks across this mind and a broken mirror Reflects a distant affection that was once for you.