passion is what burns in the back of your throat like breathing in cold air when you speak to the one you love
passion is the way someone's eyes light up from seeing another someone smile for the first time in weeks
passion is what makes you pick up a pen every single day to write about a Dead Sea and the way you are a lot like it
passion in the form of unspoken words
passion in the form of your body language
PASSION IN THE FORM OF ME SLAMING MY POETRY INTO YOUR BLOOD STREAM GIVING YOU THE WORST HIGH YOU'VE NEVER DREADED BUT WILL SOON
PASSION IN THE FORM OF MY WORDS WRITTEN ON THE OUTSIDE OF YOUR VEINS BUT EVERY LETTER ON YOUR INSIDES
PASSION IN THE SICKEST FORM OF ME WISHING YOU'D RIP YOURSELF APART JUST TO FINALLY READ THE WORDS OUT OF ALL 24 "****** BOOKS I ALWAYS WRITE IN"
but finally a passion in the form of me wanting to watch you bleed just for a second so you can see me be the one to stitch you up

Haha bye college

I broke the back door, with my thumb nail of course. I forgot that you like slaming it everynight, my pain brings you pleasure. The pholicules just turn purple and peel off anyway. Another shade of pink, & a house without doors would be nice.

Pain.
So real I can see it.
Pain. So strong it could tear me down.
The pain not physical but mental is just as much to bear. For in a fight you can dodge the hit, bit venomous words always hit their mark.
Screaming
Slaming doors
And a family stood apart
And though it all I find myself dumb, for a divided home simply cannot stand.

If only I knew life was going to be this hard.  Just give us a class please! Teach me that I'll still jump at a slaming door, hiding from my dad under the covers at 22. Tell me that it takes more than 3 lemons to make lemonade. Teacher show me love is way more important than math most days, but some days you still have to love math. Maybe it's good life doesn't offer a crash course. The pressure you get an A would be to overwhelming. I'd crash, of course.