Suicidal thoughts come more often than not, and I wish instead of giving you tips on how not to be suicidal, I could hold you.
I know loving yourself isn't as easy as telling yourself you are beautiful once a day.
You shouldn't look for ways to hide your scars, but ways to embrace them.
You don't need to be naked to make him love you.
You don't need to be naked to make him love you.
You never need to be naked to make anyone love you.

Drifting into the nothingness
that I allow my mind to wander to
or at least that is the story
I want to be told if I slip between the folds.

Expectations are small,
a small piece of happiness
for all, with a special place with my love.
Which makes life real.

Ups and downs go by in life,
but if you have a constant
undying love,
only the bright sunshine of day will shine through.

Showing you the lighted way!

here in the moonlight
everyone is beautiful-
that will not last long

Both of our truths shine
Equally bright
In the light of day
And in the darker light
Of the moon
At night

Some people know
The easier truth
Some of the time;
This truth,
Though easily known
Is oft forgotten
Right away
Not lasting the day

The other truth
Not obscured
Is never known
By the minds of youth
It needs a more steady mind
To find the flame
Then to keep it alight
Day and night

Sean Hunt
Windermere Dec 27 2015

I keep falling in love
with
your
eyes baby
and I can’t stand to see them full of tears. Baby your eyes,
fill my shot glass with your tears,
Ill get drunk.
Not tipsy drunk.
Drunk.
The type of drunk that makes white people want to bring back the black people they’ve killed.
Black out drunk.
The type of drunk that makes my mom accept that I’m in love with you.
Baby, baby girl,
the drunk that makes me write about you.
The poet kinda drunk.
The gay kinda drunk.
The in love kinda drunk.
Baby.
Baby girl.
Your eyes,
they’re full of tears
but I'm a little too drunk to know why.

(I wrote this last winter, I think.)


My bedroom may not be
the most fantastic you’ve ever seen.
There are clothes strewn about,
the linen is crumpled;
Instruments laying around,
Christmas lights on the wall
and a clock that changes colours.
Bedside table
piled with books I’ve yet to read
and 3D glasses
from the 7:30 pm showing of
The 50th Anniversary Doctor Who special.
Griffyndor banner
Zombie Survival poster
pentacle drawing
guitar poster
All Time Low poster,
pictures
album covers
drawings
on the walls.
Simple… but this
is mine.
It’s where I’ve laughed with her,
cried with her,
Gotten annoyed as ****
with her.
Where we snuck out
at 2 in the morning,
to walk up and down the sidewalk
to dance in the street
and sing Nickelback as loud
as we could.
It’s where the nights
that kept me alive
went down, and stayed down,
in more ways
than one
that summer.
It’s where we had our first kiss
and where we had our last.
I feel like my waves
extinguished your flame
that once burned anyone
who tried to ***** it.
And for that, I’m sorry.

So burn bright,
honeybabe,
and show them
what you’re made of.
Burn brighter than me.
And remember.
If you ever need
a place to go…
This bedroom is simple,
but it’s ours.