Every day I loose a bit of my soul when I hear the things said about me
And everyday I try to mourn for my loss, but end up loosing my humanity

no sound without silence
no peace without love
you must have your highs and lows
there is nothing so maddening as a flat line
to know your own composure within yourself,
you must throw yourself into different activities
only then can your soul remain whole
while the ocean around you is flat, you run the risk
of running over, of blending into the surroundings
force makes you solid and shows you who you are
inactivity, boredom, wears away and erodes at your good character
if you don't use it, you lose it.

Burn my throat as I swallow the same air
Here we are choking on laughter that's grown stale
Don't let me cry out -- no -- don't let me cry out
Apart from this madness perhaps we'll find clarity
Rip off my arms and keep them for your lonesome self
How much good do empty words do us anyway
When you wake up remember I'm done waiting
Poison I've injected into your eyes and hands
Hopefully you can stay subdued and ignorant
You'll miss the parts where I'm on the floor
Gasping for air and nearly lifeless as I'm convulsing
We can smile about the times we bled into each other

Don’t listen to a word that escaped my lips
when I stood with a foot out the door
and myself out of my mind;
I’ve no other way
to keep still
the fires that rage in my belly
sometimes spew out of me in a definite set of words:
leave if you must.

I have shaky hands and I spill a little heartbreak wherever I go.

Oh god
when it’s all over
we still have to clean up.

I love it when we sit hours on end
In silence, as though our presence is enough
To satiate our hunger for each other's company.

I love it when we can't call one song, 'our song'
Because we find albums together
Until we get bored and look for another.

I love it when we both come online,
Doing our work, but checking we're both there every now and then
Before saying goodnight.

I love how we finish each other's sentences,
Before we've even thought it,
Like our minds, our souls and our bodies are all one.

I love it how you're the inspiration for my writing,
For my dreams and my future,
How my poetry follows yours and vice versa.

I love it when you call me your distraction,
Because there's nothing more special than knowing,
That someone can't focus on something, because
They're too focused on you. ❤️