Too many
pills can
slow the
heart.

Too much
of a
good thing,
tears that
good
thing all
apart.

random things start beeping in my home so every time i almost drift to sleep, i am reawakened by bomb countdowns and the thought that maybe I don't believe you and maybe that's okay
also my dog is laying next to me and staring up the stairs because he is too tired to walk up them
and tomorrow morning i will also be too tired to climb stairs but i will pretend i am strong
because i am expected to be

An end for every beginning.
The price of being; to one day
Not. Still some eat their cake
To keep it.

I have been more mis- than
Understood in my life.
I speak in symbols, meta-thoughts.
Poetry is

Not for the ones who imagine
Grudges so they have something to
Hold. All I know is that this ****
Plane will

Refuse to go down with us in it.
If it stops, it stays up here
Until we make up our minds to
Land and keep loving. Or jump.

The idea seems silly
Getting over you
Considering the fact
that I've never been under you
or you under me
for that matter

Screaming your name couldn't be heard through those paper thin walls last night.
It stopped.
Ringing...
A painful ring that has yet to escape my mind.
Thinking about you has never hurt me so much until now.
I pace through the halls looking through the windows of the doors, asking myself "where could you be?"
You walk into a room with those bloodshot eyes, as I search for what may be going on through your unsettling mind.
Alone
Scared
Anxiety has consumed you.
"Where you talking to me?"
Where you talking to me?
Where you talking to me...
You are lost, but you don't have to be gone.
Please don't be gone.

What a cheerful world
Mine has become
Since I started forcing myself

To smile when my alarm
Goes off

Every
Single
Morning

It takes less
And less
Force