Imagine where you would be,
if you were on your own.

Would you be dead?

The people in your life is what kept you together.

If may say so.

And you should say so too.

You would not be who you are, if it's weren't for somebody.

Because love, is a sweet thing.

Love does what it wants to do.

Love, is the way I feel for you.

We're family.

Hold me tight, I'm not a sinner.
Please don't take me
as
a beginner.

I am not
a
good person.

I look at you and want to
scorn you.

I tear my hair
from
my own skull.

And nothing seems to quell the
pain.

I could lie here forever.
I like it like that.

Blankets over heads,
pillow fort synagogue.

I am plastic and wax,
I melt at the touch.

Please don't abandon me friend.

I'll call you from a pay-phone sometime.

But I am not coming home.

I am fine.

Nothing can hurt me.

Sometimes saying goodbye is easier that holding on.

Sometimes it's better to let it go.

Let me go.

//

I am quiet like a rabbit.

Rabbit racing heart.

You were,

Everything and then all at once,
nothing.

Darling dear can you hear my desperate calls.

I wanted you, I wanted you all.

I laid out blankets so that we could picnic why did you panic.

We had everything.

I danced with you at prom. I wrapped my arms around you and told you I wanted you to be mine.

But you didn't understand.

And then years later I tried again and I told you.

I held you in my arms and I felt you.

And you felt me.

We agreed.

We were one for a short period of time.

I drove you home and you called me beautiful.

You said you had never felt this way before.

But then what did you do?

You betrayed me and found a man, or two.

You were here, and then you were there.

I had you once, and it isn't fair.

A part of me will,
always
love
you.

She's only 17.

She hasn't seen what I've seen.

I know that I am no good for you.

I am bleeding through white T-shirts.

What's a T-shirt.

I am dead like this.

I wish like this.

Don't fall in love with a person who cannot love you.

I am drowning in her words, I am starving for her words.

Please don't leave me.
Please don't leave me.

I guess sometimes you have to say goodbye.

And let it go.

But at least let me know, next time.

I love you.

And I was quiet coming home.

I loved you, I liked you, I liked you like this.

I could lie and say I never liked you but,

I loved you.

Writing poetry that isn't laced in pain, laced in
solitude.

Writing down not names, writing down absolutes.

I don't know up from down at this point. Am I listening to the same song can you pass me a joint.

I used to be so loud and confident.

Even though people saw me as ugly as a loser.

And that I was but who cares lol.

All ya'll aging like cheese so please let me be as I age like wine hahaha.

I'm FINE?

Or might delete in the am

I love that the button says write.

Yes ma'am.

I feel like I feel everything.

Every thing at once.

Every sound, every smell, taste, and touch.

I am but a new me.

Shedding my skin like a lizard starved for water.

Starting again like becoming a father.

I feel like I see things in a different light.

For the first time in a while, I feel like,

it's going to be alright.

I just knocked my vape off my desk with how viciously I am typing but the reason is that I am just so ****** happy to be writing
again.

It's really ****** up when a moment steals your voice.

A moment, a person, a day or a  
year.

It happens to the best of us.

But you also liked boys.

Remember the summer when I was your number
one choice.

When I had you in my arms.

After dark, sparks sparked.

Do you remember watching Mulan with your sisters, do you remember slipping your hand under my blanket to grip my thigh so sweetly.

Do you remember kissing after dark do you remember going to the park.

Do you remember when I picked you up in an illegal car and you got in and gawked.

Do you remember calling me beautiful.

Do you remember kissing and laughing, do you remember the sweet kisses against my ear.

Do you remember me, and whispering in my ear.

Do you remember that summer holding me and asking me to tell you a story.

Do you remember me falling asleep on your thighs and you taking me up to bed and resting my head against your bed. Draping a blanket over me.

Did you ever love me?

Or did you lie.

Either way, you made me

cry.