I sign off with a 'I love you darling, goodnight';
though I wish night never came,
I sign a start with 'Hey sweetheart, out comes the sky''
and I feel like I touched a little piece of heaven.
I face the grey clouds with a bit of a bitter smile
but I am reminded that every grey has a silver line
and with a simple silver line, you can seize the world,
but I know that I have as I sign off every night
"you are my world and I am glad you are in my life".

I touched heaven though I did not die,
I watched an angel from beneath the skies
who gave happiness and life, a new meaning.

I touched heaven though I did not die,
for heaven is in my heart and paradise
held no meaning without the touch
of what it felt like to be completed with love.

I am your surrogate.
Your surrogate boyfriend
Your surrogate lover
Your surrogate friend.
I'm a stand in.
I'm a waiting room
Before your appointment.
I'm your emotional pick me up
Your needed ego boost.
Close when you want me to be
Far away when you choose.
I am opinionless
I am desireless
I'll fulfill what you need me to
I'll plug the holes
But I'll never make you whole.
I am temporary depression distraction
I am generous
My fingertips will go where you want
When you want
My skin is cold.
I'll be your companion
Until you don't want me around
I'll be thankful for your pity invites.
I'll hide my pain, so I can take yours.
I'll be lonely so that you don't have to be.
Am I time well spent?
When you're with me,
Do you think of where you'd rather be?
Or who you'd rather be with?
I am your surrogate
Your emotion crutch
I'll care so that you don't have to.
Why don't you care?
I'll shown concern and interest
So that you won't have to.
I'll be here for you
So that you don't have to be for me.
I'll give you my heart
So you can keep yours hidden.

before I knew it,
the words came spilling out
and fell onto the
dining room floor.
they took each tooth
inside my mouth
as they poured,
bare cavity collapsing.
stare at the mirror;
there’s nothing left.
there’s nothing here
to see.

Appreciation in the
Beggar's eyes when your
Coins sing against the others
In his cup.

You look around to see
If anyone saw you,
Then walk on,
Proud of your

Charitable heart.
Oh, so proud.
Well, I thank you on
Behalf of my broke brother,

Sad, though, that your ego
Speaks so loudly no-one
Can hear what your soul is
Trying to say.

I am sad today
It is not from love
But my family
What could they be doing?
Saying?
Without me being there?
There they are, far away,
And I here, so lonely
I want to cry, I cry in silence

My dear mother, how could she be doing?
My siblings, what could they be fighting over?
I don't want them to think of me
Or that they miss me
I only want their company and warmness

The bread is soaked in coffee
And we spend time together
Till we part away to dream

A *** of water is boiled
With some rice
We add cinnamon, milk and sugar
When everything is ready we wet the bread in it
And we all spend time together on the sweet morning
And from there we part ways until convening later in the day or night
To be a family again.

That is why I am sad,
I sleep and wake
The night and day
And it's only me
There is no rice,
No tea or coffee
Or the warmness of my family

I become saddened

Maybe you weren't skinny enough.
Maybe you talked too much.
Maybe you wore too much perfume.

Maybe you were never home on time, were a lousy cook, never made the bed, and liked ***** a little too much.

Maybe you weren't eloquent or quick enough, maybe you didn't have the willpower to stand up for yourself.

Or-did you ever consider-?

Maybe you were too perfect.

People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3 am is the equivalent of being heartbroken.

But sometimes
it's 9 am on a Wednesday morning
and you're standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the coffee to brew

And the smell of dusty sunlight and Columbia roast makes you miss them so much
you don't know what to do with your hands.