Misery loves company,
I guess that's why
I love you.

How sad,
Never could be or
Ever have been

Severed so Bad

Genetics counts as 1,
But reality holts at 2,
I guess that's why by 3
-I fear I may hate you -

Or hate that I love you.

Words came so easy
Now dry dead and decayed
On the roof of my mouth.
So close but never spoken,
Truth never allowed.

But these words burn
To be said out loud.
I wish you'd care or
Even been there,
But I guess I'm where
I'm fated.
Never satisfied
But validated.

Life's what I craft
and what I'll live,
Laughed at Fears tears,
Strifes what He'd give.

I will be
Looking for me,
Freed from this bind
Liberating my broken mind.
A long time coming
Pisces, never cruel to be unkind.