As well watered soil
Is to growing plants
A broken heart
Is the perfect condition
For the best
Of my poetry.

Even if I never write
Anything great at all
Know that I have
Given my best
Know that I have
Said my all

I looked to the stars
And said
I am your student
Teach me of death

One of the faces
That I keep in my closet
Belongs to her

She has seen
The skeletons that dance and rattle
And the pale face that knows fear

With a blurred vision
I watch the words of love
Wash away like a sight in dark

Sometimes I think
Anxiety makes me a bad person
But I'm too depressed to fix it

I did something wrong once
I take that as a solidifying truth
For my abhorrence

The creative mind can be strange place
You can create the most captivating beauty
And the darkest monsters imaginable