What is the purpose,
Of being young,
If we just waste it.
What is the purpose,
Of having a life,
If we refuse to live it.
What is the purpose,
Of having a heart,
If we are scared to hurt it.
What is the purpose,
Of going on an adventure,
If we don't take the time to experience it.

She threw all her weight towards me,
Facing the opposite direction she was falling in.
I caught her.
One arm:
softly placed
around her neck.
The other:
Around her lower back.
But I didn't know
If she wanted to be caught
or wanted To fall.

He invited butterflies when he started
and
turned them into moths when he finished
*using me

Undicisive, lost, and alone.
Never know what is wanted,
Only what is not;
And I don't want you so far away.

I guess it's true.
Drugs always have a price.

The ******* took my sense of smell and voice,
The ***** my sense of sight, judgement, and reality,
The marijuana got rid of my beauty.

But you, you took away
My soul,
My heart,
My mind,
My heart.

You are the most expensive drug of them all.
I gave you all this and it still wasn't enough,
Loans were made, never returned,
And here I am.
An empty carcass addicted to you.

We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.