no matter how long it’s been
or
how far apart we are
i always find my way back to you

Poetry's *******.
Either write a novel,
or *******.

I lie on the bed
I cover my face  
Waking up has left me 
With my soul out of place  
I dig my nails into my hands
And lace my fingers to ask for grace 
But I am too scared to ask God
To cleanse a girl so debased.

you know you're no good
you treat me like how you say you shouldn't
venom in your veins
each word you say is acid spat fluid
contracted a stupor from you babe
goin through a super flu
on account of all you do
cause it's like a vice
curse it and the way you abuse it
i'm tellin you
you're gonna lose it

When no more tears spill for ink
and there's no hurt to put into verse
leave poetry the pages and words
and live poetry in your beautiful world

I never really forget
a kindness shown to me
Same goes for someone
being unkind too

And
May be
You are the one
I have to gaze
While lost for words

Sincerely
I have to say
Thanks for being

Beautiful