I wish I could tell you
How much the quality
Of my day
Depends on the quality
Of our interactions

But the quality
Of my years
Depends so much
On your reaction

Separate beds and shades
Of reds. Intimacy is
A ****** handprint.

I wish I could tell you of every
Passing thought I forgot
To write down
The ones that escape like Bobby pins
On a slick bathroom sink
Oh I wish you could know the same
Every phrase
All those days
That compiled together
Formed the rubber band ball at my center
Able to be stretched three hundred and forty seven miles
And still not snap
I wish you knew
All I thought of you

I can't meditate
because
focusing on
my breaths
reminds me
yours.

she cries herself to sleep
she hurt herself to bleed
she pleaded herself to keep
she loved him just to be tricked—

and starved herself to live.

If your lies told me truth, then I shall believe them true..

I'm scared
I'm beginning to trust you
Its scaring me
I'm giving you ways to hurt me
Every Single Day
what's strange is
I don't think you will
Maybe
I'm scare because you mean more to me
than any other person.
You are everything I think about.
Everything I want.