When I'm sad about you
I talk to you
Because you're also one of the only things that makes me happy

I touch my face and pretend they are your hands

some days i get so sad you don't love me
that i can't even look at you
some days i ignore that you don't love me
and i can't look away

I need someone to touch me
I want hands on face
arms around my waist
a hand to hold
someone i love to love me back for once

When you just feel like you need to throw up. Not physically. But emotionally.
Like you'd projectile ***** grief and self-hatred all over your walls but it won't come out.
Your throats closed up. You can barely breath and your vision is blurring.
Your heart pounds somewhere deep in the cavity of your chest, and with every pump it shakes your bones.
Your veins are filled with poison and your skin is fire.
Is this what dying feels like?

You make my heart take off
Like it was born with these wings
But every time I look at you
They grow another inch

God you make my heart hurt like nothing else
But I still tremble when you smile at me
My hands still shake when they brush up against yours

You don't even know I'm trying to write poetry about you
And then failing because i start crying every time before i can finish

I've never felt as safe as i do
when I'm talking to you

There's this gut wrenching feeling in me
'i should have known'
but i would have never thought
you wouldn't love me

Sleeping off your depression is not an effective treatment
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you will try it anyway

don't let the loneliness come inside
let it sit in the rain on your doorstep
because you know if you even crack your door
it will barge in and take everything you have

We've only been touching and tasting eachother for a few months now
But
It feels like we've been loving one another for ages
Every minute feels like an hour when I'm in your arms
And I wouldn't have it any other way
But
It's the same when you're away
Days become months without you
I become a mess I don't recognize
Desperate for just a touch more of you
To help me through
These weeks that are years without you
But all the same
I wouldn't have it any other way

Watch me die
choking, strangled
watch yourself stand there
not moving a finger

I've been on this sea-saw for what seems like an eternity
I keep gaining courage, just to feel unworthy

I always wonder what I am in other peoples eyes.

Do you ever look back
And realize how stupid you used to be

Her wrists
Are treasures
Her tiny doll wrists
They're beautiful