I don't know what happened but early this morning after drinking a monster and watching a movie I got hit by inspiration in result I wrote many poems a few a posted an hourish ago but I got more to post. It is weird that it strikes you like that.

i wished to fit in
my dress and
now it hangs
off of my
chest.

I died on a Sunday
A day of blessings,
peace. Eternal sleep
was interrupted by medicine.

It happens

When I woke,
I was surrounded by strange people
White suits and blue masks.
Needles in my arms
Sensors on my chest.

That must have done wonders for your anxiety

My...heart...simply...stopped.

As if it no longer wished to fill the pain
of a life half lived. Loves almost won

You can't "win" love

Fights never finished. Things never said.

What did you do?

I quit my job. I told the woman that I like
my feelings for her. Changed Apartments.

What did you really do?

I began living.

Freely

Then next time I die. I will not have regrets.