I hope you’re happy
You’ve made a mess out of me
As I lie here empty
Cursing my memories for flooding in
This smile isn’t forced but it’s overstayed it’s welcome
Happiness is something I’ve made up in my own way
Real happiness won’t be found here.
I’m far too damaged.
I’m beyond repair
Why do I even try?  
There’s nothing left to me.

Seriously, the guy looks like a Greek god.
The spitting image of Zeus, himself.

I trip over words and feelings every time he’s around.
A fumbling mess of, “Hey, how are you?” and “I read your horoscope last night.”

A vibrant pulse of jitters and excitement, because every time I see him I think, “This is it, this is the day he notices me.”
But it isn’t.

I feel like a bubblegum fairy in a world with an abundance of light and dandelions…
Is that stupid?

Look at her
In that glamorous dress
Her hair in a tress
She'll unintentionally make my life a mess
My heart is pumping faster than a Bugatti
It's like a class of karate
I would love to wake up to the smell of Chapatis
Every morning
With you
I guess a man as sappy with me can just dream.
I got my homies, I got my team
I just need that one person that prevent me from feeling like Centime
But an amicable passim
Make the bottom of my heart a bream
It would end my dream
And turn it into reality
I'd rather you make my life a mess
Helping you through your life
Instead of being here alone trying not to overthink
I'm usually staring at the Sink
For a few minutes too long
Snapping out of it eventually

Beer cans all over the place.

Sad songs in the background, to provoke me.

To help me feel.

Please help me feel..

Do the blinds cover your weakness
Does it conceal
Your suffering
Your misery
Your pain, the bleeding
It hurts so much

The faint light
Of glowing canvas
Leave an empty
Trail
On her face
Empty eyes like crevasses
A hollow mess

I scream.
Nothing
I cry. Nothing
I wail
Sob
But silence remains

Standing petrified before death
Brandishing their scythe
Into a neverending slumber