the audacity you must have
to think i want
your half eaten cookie.
ill bake my own

ill add you to the list of things that make me sad
I bet your hand still smells like that cigarette i dragged
I know you didn't lead me on
I just came on too strong

This happens every time says my best friend to i
i know but every time i wanna break down and cry

Done with these melancholy days

Burn myself in my haze

One sad addiction away From


A total

decay

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again