Are you frightened?
No?
But you're silent
So
I guess it's something else

Our backs hold stories
Not even the spine
On a book can handle

to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

you feel like a coin on my lips
if I open my mouth to speak
you’ll fall in and I’ll choke

perhaps you love them to be kissed

but they are my lips

maybe I’ll learn to swallow the coin
and stop swallowing my words

I miss you
and it's destroying me
slowly
painfully
my longing for you
is going to
eat
me
alive

If I give up today
I did it for me

Maybe because
It was too much to handle
Something other than me

And bed become
A friend to depend on and on

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

The stars shine bright

as the moon emits light

It's all prettier than I write




I write about depression

My obsessions

and my daily confessions




It's easier to write

than to fight

most of the time




I write by candlelight

or so I wish

I instead write by a LED light

The one I bought on wish

but that's not the important bit




The sun & the moon

will always upstage

this fool

after all,

they're too

**** beautiful