I yearn for things
that I desire,
and to these thoughts
at the end of the night,
it forever keeps me up
beneath the clouded
and desolate sky

I can't help but,
to grasp
the glimmering
dewdrops of the sky

in the end,
we're all alone tonight

I wonder if I really am kind hearted.
Most people think it’s true,
But maybe I’m just afraid of being mean-
Maybe I’m afraid of being you.

I once knew a man
who could read minds and with this,
the pain never ceased

7:24 AM
3/8/21

There are a lot of
ways to stop the pain but the
scars always remain

1:47 PM
3/8/21

Somehow, I always
seem to leave with a bit less
than I had before

12:13 AM
9/8/21

If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page?
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams?
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul?
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.