To close my eyes and dream of space
Narrowed vision of open eternity
Stars and planets surround brightened space
All I see is darkness and its eternity
To close my eyes and ignore my space
A clear escape from all this eternity
Sufficated to know of this space
To have misery in vast eternity

You ****** exotic,
beautiful creature.
Here we are again
I made sure to not be tardy this time
Which was easy since you moved ten minutes away
You called me seven times on the
walk from the parking lot, to your front door.
On the fourth call you mentioned pouring another shot of Jim Beam
So no, I will not be ******* you.
I am obligated to let you know I am a mess.
That is, I would have told you I am a mess
If you didn't mute me by providing more then enough proof it was mutual.
you said lets dump our boyfriends
date each other
Poly wouldn't be enough attention for you
Who have passed self destructive
into destroyed.
With your unzipped *** stained lingerie and ****** that I found
Still inside you.
you forgot it was there when you asked me to *******
the next morning
After my fifteenth no.

God bless that ******
Caution tape boon from some deity I should pray to more often.
Blessing me with one last chance to think before my actions.
That ****** saved me from any number of potential tragedies.
Yes I was disgusted
Not because the cotton string was mistaken originally for some sort of ***** rat tail.
Not because I imagined for a breif moment, a tiny sufficated animal
who got a little to curious.
Not because you were offended I wouldn't yank it out and ******* anyway,
instead of assuming it was a sign
I should stop my hands.
Go to bed.
Disgusted at myself.
if not for that magical used ******
from what I assume to be
the God of a full eight hours of sleep and
Inverted libido
I would have let myself be seduced Into spiraling back into ******* the pain away.

I've worked too hard at reminding myself who I am.
To let myself be the man who throws away the bruised hearts.
Or drowns them in a sea of bodies.

No.
Now that you've woken me.
Put your body away.
Now that you're sober.
Where is your heart.
Go on, get it.
Beautiful.
God is that a specimen.
Bruised from aorta to base.
Here's mine.
All purple and calloused.
Uncanny isn't it?


almost Identical

Im on the verge of losing it all, I feel sufficated and bound to hate everything going on around me until I cut myself free. In this moment i feel an overwhelming need to leave this Earth and all the bitter loneliness behind with my slave masters to blame. I need a rescue boat but no one sees me drowning. If I were to write my last letter tonight I would tell my parents that they shoved me over the edge clapping "IT'S ALL ABOUT THE GRADE." Not your mental health or how I feel when you nit pick my entire life front to back. If this continues there is no doubt I will be gone like a ship in the night.

I am falling, I am dying, don't you ******* hear me crying?

You can't come, fill, leave, take everything and ****!

I bash my skull, bled you in my pores, gave you the keys to all my doors.

Memories of the otherside drown the void in this empty corpse, has me relasping on the remorse.

I am a maggot feeding on your soul, I have no other place to go.

Endless death, trying to live, there is not much more I can give.

I sufficated, you gave me breath, there is nothing left

Your the end of it all, believed that I could never fall.

This illusion of this black hole will fade, and you shall come to terms with what you have made.

I pray to my grave awaiting your return, sitting here alone I will yearn....

Sometimes i stare in the mirror,
looking back at myself wondering how i got here,
how i could have changed so much.

I dont see myself as i was before.

Before when i gazed at my reflection i saw someone strong, someone smart, someone ready for love, a healed itellegent woman.

But in this moment as i look in my reflection i see tired eyes, weighed down by waiting tears.
I see someone hurt, someone intellegent yet naive.
I see sorrow and pain, guilt, and insecurity.
I was once happy, lonely and not in love, but somewhat happy, happy and ready for the future.

Now im here, stuck in the present, ashamed of my recent past, and doutbful of the future.

Now a days im not so cheerful, im not so happy, and im not so optimistic.

Its crazy what love can do to you, and its crazy what someone you love can turn you into.

My soul is sufficated by doubtful love.
My mind and my heart ache from lies and broken promises.

I thought being in love meant changing you for the better, not breaking you down for the worst.
I thought love was different.
All i can say now is .  .  .


look what its done to me.

Space is a funny thing
You want it when you're feeling sufficated
But when you have it,
It's like a void that needs to be filled
Space is everywhere but no where
Despite the 7 billion people on this planet, you can feel so lonely

Space is a funny thing
In the universe we are one tiny spec of importance which is filled with billions of importance
Yet as one, we feel insignificant
At night we see the stars shine so bright together
But on their own they're so dim
Stars long for darkness so they're able to shine
Their only hope of being noticed is in the chilling night sky

We are like stars
Believing the only time we will be noticed and helped
Is in a time of darkness
That on our own, we feel we are of little importance
But like stars, if one didn't shine, as a whole the world wouldn't be as bright

Space is a funny thing
Everyone wants it, but fears it
Everyone is the word of reassurance
That we're not alone in how we feel
Get through the darkness and you'll find a space to shine





Emma Geary