The drops
as black as her soul.
Blurred vision
by the salty streaks
rolling madly down
a face left scorned.
Swells of air
pulled inside lungs
that might as well be crushed.
Numbness spreads
like a disease from the knees
then to shaky legs.
After body separates from soul,
these lips will be last to go.
She'll never know
how her darkened soul
brightened my dreary day.

Day* faded to *night
while I wasn't watching.

You were always too good for me
and **** it, I'm not good enough.

I wanted to see the sunset, but
when I remembered, the sun was a memory.

You called me a a sunset kind of girl
and I didn't have a clue what that meant
but I liked the way it sounded on your lips.

Stop that,  this has to be unrequited,
it's better for you, for me, too.
I'm not good enough for you.

*Just leave it to be worthless.

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.

You and I are just two lonely souls
Pretending we have something to hold onto,
Because when my eyes drift off into sleep at night,
I will realize that I never truly desired to be laying next to you.
And when you wake up in the morning to the smell of my perfume and the sight of our stained pillows,
You will find that a broken heart and a fractured mind cannot simply be won over by one-liners.

I remember that night.
That night we danced under the moon
And sung our wishes to the stars.
Back then the stars were our goal.
We would see each other again.
Now I hold you, sleepy and weary
In my long embracing arms.
My writers hands caress your sleeping face
Brushing back locks of the darkest chocolate
From a face innocent with slumber.
I remember that night.
The moon mocked us with its glow
And the stars shone brighter with arrogance.
Everything was bathed in silver, that night.
And now as I look down at your face
I remember how you were then
And again I notice, in my heart
You haven’t changed at all.
You’re still my moon and stars.

I remember that night,
Like I’ll remember this one.

Look at us
Both lost in war
Bruised and wounded
Covered in scars
Shattered butterflies
Hear no lies
Burned bridges
Ask me why
Rest in pieces
Love had died

True criminal, I sold my soul and stole it back.

It's hard to feel ****
when you're an unemployed college drop-out
who lives with her mother,
and your most recent achievement
is the stabilization of your short term memory.

I've got my thumb over the send button
of a text to a local ex
who was here in this same room
about, oh, five years ago
putting on his shirt while I
sat on this same bed,
neither ****** nor mother,
calculating the recent decrease in value of my soul.