Was it the stars that doomed me?
Or your seraphic seeming face,
doe eyed with
soft rosy lips,
and a devilish grin-
Enough to make a man
forget about sin...

It was you who doomed me.
Falling can feel like flight
if your eyes are closed,
Were mine?

Our love felt
like a flame in the wind-
fierce yet fleeting,
doomed for destruction.

But my rose coloured glasses
soon broke,
and made me realise:
I was star crossed,
with a devil in disguise.

Does it though?
because friends
have never
belittled or
cut me down
quite like you have.

Nobody has ever made me
want to jump off the edge
from pain and hurt,
yet still scream words of gratitude,
because I know
how much
you sacrificed
for me.

You may not have been perfect,
but it’s everybody’s first time
at life
and I know
even if everybody
leaves my side
you’ll still be there
because blood
runs thicker
than water.

Brand new,
Shiny and promising -
hope met with disappointment.

Collapses on impact.
Dangerous in appearance,
Hollow within. A fraud.

A friend to many
all of whom
were too lost
to remember her

But a foe to most
who remember
her thievery

I thought you left me.
Probably thinking I was
too much of a hassle.
You say you left a note,
didn’t see it.

Don’t look at me like that.
Like I’m not me,
like I’m a stranger
wearing my own skin.

You say we’ve had this conversation
three times today.
Well, I guess I just don’t remember.
Doesn’t mean i’m not trying to.

You say I left the stove on.
I say I didn’t.
We both believe we’re right,
but only one of us is losing their mind.

Sometimes I call you by the wrong name—
or ask where Mom is,
and you go quiet,
because we buried her last fall—
please forgive me..

This cruel disease
doesn’t just erase memories.
It erodes trust,
ruins families,
breaks everything…

Please don’t.

Let me enjoy
this summer,
even if it’s for
the last time…

Let me taste
the sweet sun,
and it’s warmth
on my skin,
Let me get lost in
the golden haze of
endless summer days
that I once let
slip through my fingers.

Don’t let them see me again
as the teenager
that won’t come out,
because they forgot how to play.

I won’t let
the weight of your
mental exhaustion
pull me under
the current
again.

I want this summer-
in all its glory
full of sun drenched days,
with family near,
and laughter ringing free.

I’ve already lost too many summers,
wasted years choking
on your heavy lies—
the ones that told me
misery was the only way to be.

So please, Depression-
just, don’t.