I have been

lynched

by love

and sadness

sometimes not knowing the difference

if the difference even matters

I am hanging

by a thread

that is too weak to **** me

but not strong enough to sustain my life

I have eaten rotten fruit

gladly

given into temptation

and now I shall neither die nor life for it

but the thing is

I have never been truly

alive

When I was born
I remember how much cried
When I came into the wretched world
Waiting to grow up and see my mother
But, her warmth didn't last
So I grew up
And the world grew louder
And my voice grew softer
The cries when I was born
Stayed in the past
No one heard me say that I never wanted
A place on Earth
I have a small place
But, a big responsibility

Where we live
Is such a nice place
But, I wish that our minds
Were bigger
And hearts more generous
Without these things
People cannot be nice
And nice people cannot exist

Whether sunrise or sunset
Autumn leaves or sundress
The party always seems like one less

Whether rain falls or snow rests
Your beauty escapes no breath
The party always seems like one less

Whether dark days bring deep stress
Your loves what keeps this pen wet
The party always seems like one less

Whether hearts break or re-mesh
Your soul is my weakness
This party just isn’t the same without your sweetness

When I say
You’re too kind
I mean it
The dull stabs
Of your best intentions
Only stir the wound
Please
Leave me to grieve
These woollen words you weave
To soften woe
Do not deceive
My threadbare wits
That they are whole
No peace for me maybe
But…please
A little quiet