Whatever it is,
at the most is a phase
What immovable present
when is posted a maze
What arrested this instant
as we blink by the days,
That which cannot afford
is that for which repays.

I think you're great.
And your eyes seem
Like deep dark
Pools of wisdom and happiness.
And I feel so safe around you.
Your kisses feel right.

I think you're the only one.
You eyes seem
Like deep dark
Woods, that I will get lost in.
And I feel so protected by you.
Your hugs are so tight.

I think I'm yours
Your eyes seem
Like deep dark
Ocean floors, so mysterious.
I feel so sheltered by you.
Your grip is so tight.

I think you have me.
Your eyes seem
Like deep dark
Hallways, of an abandoned house
I feel so trapped by you.
Let me go.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you,
But that doesn't mean you should go.
Don't leave me,
Us.
I'm sorry I'm not enough of a reason
For you to stay
Or even say goodbye to,
But I promise,
If you stay I'll try to mend this relationship,
Work things out with all those you mistakenly hurt.

Just don't leave...

Suicide just makes things worse...
So please don't go...
Stay.

I hope you failed and I'm not too late.

You're the perfect love song,
Beauty, ****, and kindness.

You're the perfect lullaby,
Caring, supporting, dreamy.

You're the perfect scar,
Searing, remembering, there.

You're the perfect home,
Warm, cozy, loving.

You're the perfect you.

Today is a poetry day,
She told herself.

People were dying,
Hopeless babies were being born,
And she was bleeding.
Yet there was a
Momentary
Calm
Inside the ever-raging storm.

Eyes gazing lovingly at
A wall,
She smiled and bowed her thanks
To quiet voices that
Sounded like
They had dimpled cheeks
And glory-glazed eyes
As they approved her thoughts.

She liked to think of
Synaesthesia as she typed
Away the
Colours
Of the words
That swam around in their
Polluted glass tank.

Today felt like a poetry day,
She said out loud.

Everything was uneven,
Someone somewhere was drowning to sleep,
And she was oh so mentally ill.
Yet there was
A tinge of
Comfort
In the darkness.

Her body was glowing
With toxicity,
And she was
Shaking from the
Cold
She couldn’t feel,
As soundless lullabies
Played in her mind and
Notes
She couldn’t read
Danced before her eyes.

She was crazy,
Everything was always a maybe,
Tomorrow was nowhere,
But, Ah…
Today
Today was poetry.