Poets describe love in simple ways.
like their heart skipping beats
smiling over the most random reasons.
but if you've never been in love, you'd never understand.
how much emotion you feel when you're in love
its just not the same

The silence
Not much new
I think silence speaks
Volumes

Eyes close, no avail
I can't get to the trail
trail of dreams, that I sleep
The street keeps closing in on me
twist, turn, in the night
closing out all the light
so maybe I just need to lay
a few more hours until day.

Four walls
four sides
four ways to die
slit your wrists and end your life
Nobody cares whats in my mind
Hanging, dangling from the ceiling
its not just my soul leaving
blindly walking into headlights
at least i'm not alone in this night

Eyes like a car crash
I know I shouldn't look, but I can't turn away.
body like a whiplash
salt my wounds
but I cant heal the way
I feel about you.

depression is cold.
the cold that you feel on your toes in the cold of the winter, slowly creeping up your feet and fingertips.
some people go inside, with warm hot chocolate waiting, to cure the stinging, slowly turning you're hands white.
some people are held back, in the snow, too caught up in the beauty of winter.
then a blizzard hits.

I kissed the scars on her skin
I still think you're beautiful
And I don't ever wanna lose my best friend
I scream out God you vulture
Bring her back
Or take me with her.