we take long drags
of each others skin,
the addiction comes
in phases.
day 1: my lungs sigh, weary,
air does not satisfy,
day 2: we're chasing
lifelines, that are rusted
and in vain
day 5: bad habits are
hard to break, beg, at the
holy altar of our mistakes
day 8: hands desperate,
clammy, unfurl
like belladonna palms.
day 9: i hope your
vocal cords strain, that
the only word you can
bear to say is 'stay'.
day 11: last breaths
muffled in the
graveyard of a kiss.
day 17: darling, i'm
losing track of time
day 28: i'm finding it
a little bit hard to quit.

Well,
things didn't work out like I thought they would
if you had tried harder, maybe they could
but for once in this world, it wasn't on me
you could have had me but you didn't see
how special I am and how I could love
every little thing about you and place you above
all the things that I imagined and deserve
but it's your loss, now my heart's on reserve
for the special guy who makes me smile
unlike someone like you who wouldn't go the extra mile
I'm really sorry that you  missed out
I hope this was worth all your doubt.

Oh how much I yearn to write
my struggle must be such a site
I sit and wait while time goes by
but my words are just too shy
I guess I just need some time
in order to find the perfect rhyme
We all go through periods of strife
but that's okay; it' just part of life
We lose hope and we get sad
but that shouldn't prevent us from being glad
I found my words and I pulled through
I knew I could do it and you can too.