And I have been fighting,
I have been fighting since
I knew I had to fight.
Since I knew what it was.
I was fighting against the smoke
that blew its way
out of my brother's lungs
in the middle of the night
when he thought i was asleep.
I was fighting against my father's uncontrollable anger,
and hands that roamed my body
when I didn't want them to.
I was fighting against my friends darkness
and my own.
But I never once,
had to fight you.

I have these masses of hollow spaces inside of my chest,
and I don't mean to get my hopes up, but I want to believe,
that you are trying to do some good. But meanwhile,
I am ******* air into this body;
I can't feel my lungs,
and I realize,
that I don't want any of it.

And all they heard was,
white noise.
In the midst of their own self destruction.

Thats the thing about poetry,
you think im talking about a
broken heart,
when really,
Im talking about a broken
world.

There are teeth
that gaurd the one
and only
me, I have ever known.
The one that hurts
anyone they've ever loved;
the one that destroys everything it lays its eyes on.

I would have traveled the world looking for you,
never had I came across something
so painfully beautiful
as that kiss.
I wish it was something I could capture,
and share with the universe,
that this
this is what its like.
This is how it feels,
to fall.