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PillsI crave them
I want them
There's 50 of them
Enough to kill me,
Set me free
Help my loneliness
Make me emotionless
They're my weakness
I'm anxious to take them
To make the same mistake again
I can't shake the thoughts of suicide
I'm denied the one thing that makes me feel alive
But this time I don't plan to survive
See I want to die
So I'll say goodbye
Go ahead, cry
But don't ask why
I'll just reply
With a sigh, and get high
Then supply my throat with what its been denied
My mind then decides
Death is what it truly likes
So my liver fails
And my heart dies
Leaving all those around me...
With one last surprise.
MeaninglessYou know it wasn't meant to be
When your heart breaks and bleeds
And you no longer feel anything
Honesty never meant a thing
You were ready...
Just not ready to be with me
I guess I mean nothing
Like a toy, you played with me
You led me to believe
I was worth something
But now I know
You never believed in me
I'm a joke
But you haven't grown tired of me
You say you love me
Yet you lie to me
It was all for attention
You crave it so intensely
I gave you everything
But you rejected me
Now I want one thing
It's calling me
To go six feet underneath
So instead of answering
I'll give you..
One last chance
To prove to me
That you truly love me
Then I'll give up
One last thing...
My will to breathe
So you can live happily.
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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