D depressed
A anger
R revenge
K ****
N numb
E evil
S sad
S suicide

Is it possible to love someone too much?

*Yes.

I can smell your Cologne lingering in the air around me.
But I can't touch you.
I can feel  the sweet touch of your lips against mine.
But I can't respond back.
I can picture you smiling at me, with the twinkle of happiness in your eyes.
But I can't open mine.
I'm here in the darkness but you're my light that keeps my memory going of you.
I can feel myself growing closer to the darkness.
Your scent slowly disappearing.
I hear you calling my name, for me not to leave you.
I can't do anything, I'm floating away, choking on the darkness that surrounds me.


Its been a year now
I visit you often
You've gotten pale from the lack of sunlight
I sit at the edge of your bed
Biting my nails
The tale of us is no more
You lay there motionless
Stale
I kiss your cheek always
Your presence is fading
I whisper in your ear
Waiting for confirmation that your still there
That you haven't left  me
Tell me you still love me
That you'll be home soon
But I can see your deteriorating
I can see your not coming back to me
Can you hear me!
Dont go
Stay with me
But I can see now
Your will is to live on is floating away
I can see you giving up on me

When every other thing in your life has shattered
and you are a shell of a person and all you do
is call me at an ungodly hour to be alone,
you don’t have to say hello. You don’t have to say
anything. Let your sadness speak its lengths
through the silence that permeates through our phones.
I’ll stay on until you fall asleep, or I’ll come to your place
and hold you until you find your breath again.
I’ll wipe away the tears for you, but I won’t tell you
not to cry. Sometimes crying is the only thing we can do.

When you’re tired, just look at me and
give me one of those exhausted smiles we share;
I’ll carry you home and undress you.
I’ll fold your clothes to the side, tuck you into the covers,
and read to you while caressing your hair.
Don’t worry about snoring or moving about
while you sleep; just get your rest.

When you’re furious and all the world has done is
disappoint you, I’ll hang from a doorway and be
your punching bag. Don’t be gentle with me.
Yell until your voice splinters and you punch your knuckles raw
and stomp until your knees give out from under you.
I’ll lay you down and ice your hands and give you tea
for your throat. I’ll hold you as the rage turns into
anguish and frustration and all you can do is tremble.

And even when my actions are futile and
all my words do is come crashing about your ears,
I promise that I will at least try for you.

All your wounds heal both inside and out.
I will always be here to soothe the burns.
I will always listen to your rants and ramblings.
I will always have a hand for you to hold.
I will always love you; everything that I have
and everything that I am, all that that I ever will be,
is yours.

Always.

Her heart pounds uncontrollably
         Thoughts are spinning
     incessantly
She cannot fathom
                a right choice
   So she purposely
       silences her voice
           Why should she go through
    pain for others
When no one will walk through fire
        for her
Why should she get out of the rain
            and thunder
     When everyone shows her
            nothing but anger
   Life is not what SHE chooses,
         she has no say
The only choice she can make,
       is her dying day
           She'll be forgotten
    from then on out
Only memories of a
               pathetic useless girl
       Little did they know,
her pen met paper every night
      So she left words of sadness
for the whole **** world

-to a very special guy out there, love ya J-

The way you greet me every morning
the way you think about me...
it blows my mind how someone
so intangible
thinks about ME of all people...
it makes me flush red,
and one comment
puts me in ecstasy for the whole day,
and nothing can bring me down.

You.
One simple word that makes my brain explode in ways unthinkable,
with memories of
sweet peppermint breezes,
shivers that run down my spine,
sounds of a high, all the yelling around the house now muted,
or just really cheery, chipper unheard of before this.
I hope we can make more memories.

Maybe I'm not the best.
Maybe I'm not good enough for you.

But when you talk to me,
all those worries scatter away.
You make it so that I'll think of you in my every thought,
I can't stop.
I can't eat, just thinking about you makes me full.
I'll wake up refreshed and ready to go to school with just a simple thought of whats awaiting me today  -  you.
I might be aimlessly reading, but my mind will drift to you.

Hopefully it's not just me
but
I love you.

If I held out my hand
would you take it ?
it's warmth ready to permeate your soul
but what would it tell you of me ?
the scar on my finger
the wrinkling skin
the crooked pinkie
the gnarl on my thumb
stories to be told
if you would only take hold.