Here's you and here's me.

Here's you happily living
Your life without me.

And here's me happily dying
In terrible poetry.

Here's you and here's me...
Here's you and here's me.


F.Z.**N

The pendulum swings
back                          forth
                  and
forth                          back
                  and
I cant change it, nor can you,
So take a step back,
This life is all, not just you and I,
This place is more than just one mans crime,
Its everything, everyone and
Without me,
It'll still swing, just, fine...

Love accepts and does not analyze
Love surrenders, does not resist
Love sees without eyes
It hears without words
It understands the silence
Love communes direct
and deeper

the skin of my body
is frozen
my sky is blue
the wound in my body
is bleeding
where are you?

Millions of feelings
Millions of emotions
We know many
We feel some
But
We understand few
And so I feel few of them since you been gone
And since then,

Life without you is like the feeling
The feeling in which one feel empty
Life without you is like the felling
The feeling in which everything is blue
Life without you is like a feeling
The feeling in which all the shades are as good as grey
Life without you is like the feeling
The feeling in which sun is really not shinning
Life without you is like the feeling
The feeling in which there is screaming
without anyone actually yelling
Life without you is like the feeling
The feeling in which there are no word left to speak.
Life without you is like the feeling
The feeling in which there is immense pain while you breath

Another mile
Another day
Another hour

Without your smile
Without your face
Without your heart

I was scrolling through Facebook,
At five o'clock in the morning.
Another sleepless night.
But not because of you.
I want to be perfectly clear, my lack of sleep has nothing to do with you.
I don't ever even think of you anymore.
But then there you were.
In a picture.
A friend of a friend, and you.
And everything in me sunk.
You looked happy.
And some small part of me...
That awful little part that reminds me that even when our love was "our" love, it was still selfish and imperfect.
That part of me hated seeing you that way.
Cause even though no part of me wants you anymore.
That small part of me still doesn't want you to be happy,
Without me.

To the poet
Who writes for her -
Your words deceive me
Then destroy me with an endless longing.
I wish I was her,
For she inspires you
The way I only wish I could.
You write to love her
I write because I'm selfish.
Because it's the only way for my self-preservation,
Because if I don't hold a pen
I would hold a blade.
You write to impress her
I write to express my helplessness.
Your poems liberate you,
Mine suffocate me even more-
Pushing me deeper into the longing...
Forcing me to question -
How the heck have I been enduring
All this within me, without you?

my stomach sinks to my feet
whenever i think about you leaving me
and my mind is occupied
with the same haunting thoughts
of needing you to stay

i think of you as a thunderstorm
but i'd rather drown in your rage
than be forced to live without it

our fragile hearts are tied together
with a string of pinky promises
and when you finally leave me,
the best part of me will leave too