I'm wasting.
Wasting away.
Wasting my time.
Wasting my days.
My thoughts.
My hours.
My love.
Wasted.
On someone who doesn't care.
DOES NOT CARE.
Does NOT deserve...
Someone...
who needs to learn.
Learn life.
Live carefully.
With death to their sin.
Let me forgive them.
Let them begin again.
So they won't be wasted.

If we had
   1,000 years
to live together,
   it still
      wouldn't
           be
              enough.

it was a saturday afternoon
in december
when we met for
a second time,
the sun was shining,
and there had to be
some reason for that.

the universe was
doing something right
when she brought us
back together
again.

it was may when
we approached the
end of you and i,
or whatever i knew us as.

losing you
was like being forced
to shut a book
i really wanted to finish.

pieces of you
lingered throughout
my everyday life
for months,
but i did everything
i could to shut you out.

months later,
i sat across from you
at this cute cafe and
i couldn't help but
wonder what we did
to deserve each other
a second time around.

your eyes seemed brighter,
a more vibrant blue,
a deeper ocean.

a freckle by your eye
that i never seemed to
notice.

i wanted to freeze time and
live this moment forever
with you,
because for once,
everything felt aligned.

if you really cared
about me
about anyone
at all

if you really care
about my well being
about anything that isn't yours

all you have to do
is read my poetry.
me;
because i have shared it with you
but it flew right past.
you;
as if it didn't matter at all

She's a beauty on stage,
A light at sea,
Forever she'll shine,
And I am me.

He's a greek god,
The perfect dream,
He'll defy all the odds,
And I am me.

She's the song of Dawn,
A gentle breeze,
A sweet summer love,
And I am me.

He's the flame behind the eyes,
His heart blissful and serene,
He's a gorgeous lie,
And I am me.

I'm the call of the wild,
Destruction and defeat,
Endlessly I'll wander
And this is me.

the blood
it starts to trickle
but i don't care
not anymore
in fact
i ache for it
i ache for the pain
i ache for that little bit of feeling
it is no longer self harm