i can't make you love me
and it pains me to admit
no matter how many times
i pleasure you
or touch you
it couldn't possibly help
i despise how obvious it is
that i am constantly savoring
your every kiss
memorizing your lips
and how they fit mine
just right
gazing into your eyes
until everything turns hazel
stroking your rough skin
and learning the landmarks
of your exterior surface
please just stay prisoner
in my bed
just wish i could look into
your mind
to know what you truly think
of me
and us
but how can i expect you
to love me
when i can't even
love myself

Only people with potential
find potential in others.
For it takes a lot of potential
to admit in other people's competence.

i'm still in love with the way your voice skips an octave when you get upset

you used to love my poetry beyond anything in the world but now

you blocked my poetry account i used to write poems about you but

you'll never see them the way you used to

you say you don't care you say you're scared of nothing but I know you're scared to admit it

you're still in love with my mind

the way i'm in love with yours

You loved it.
Admit it,
You
loved
it.

little ****...

you're allowed to be a little selfish,
she tells herself
you're allowed to feel,
she repeats
as she pushes the blade,
manages to gulp down a sob
as she stares
stares stares stares
at the opened skin
and the dripping blood
you don't deserve this,
is what she doesn't say
or admit
even to herself

I don't want to say it
I don't want to think it
I don't want to show it

But I do
I love you

Have you time for me?
I often think in the heart!
You are Time my Lord!

I wish I could remember your face from that dream,
and I wish that I knew what life really means.
Wont you come closer? Come closer love.
Watch the seasons change,as blood drips down from above.

So I disconnect, & I fade away,
and I pray tomorrow a better day.
YES I PRAY TOMORROWS A BETTER DAY

All I want is for you to just leave me alone.
There's no longer fear. I just wanna go home.
So many scares, I'm beaten up again.
So many people lost we once called friends.

So I disconnect and I disappear,
but I fear the moment of truth is near,
YES I FEEL THE MOMENT OF TRUTH IS NEAR.

I wish I could remember your face from that dream,
and I wish that I knew JUST what life really means.
Wont you come closer, come closer MY love.
I WANNA SEE IF YOU CAN GUESS JUST WHAT I'M THINKING OF.

I WISH WE COULD REMEMBER THAT LIFE IS BUT A DREAM.
I WISH I COULD SOON ADMIT MYSELF TO EVERYTHING.
I'VE BEEN BLIND FOR SO LONG, BUT I'VE BEGAN TO SEE.
I HAVE FOUGHT THE GOOD FIGHT, AND THIS IS MY VICTORY.

As the days get deeper
So does the hole

People start losing their unique ****** qualities
The objects in your house become dull clutter
Monday morphs into Tuesday and Tuesday morphs into Wednesday and Wednesday morphs into Thursday and
All of a sudden you don’t know what day it is.

The only thing that doesn’t lose its edge
Are the words that pump out from your lung,
to vibrate from your vocal cords,
then are fine tuned from your larynx,
and emanate from your articulators.
Those are the words that stuff me deeper into the hole.

Sometimes it’s not words
but actions
That burry me under and into the darkness.

This hole I speak of,
***** you in and won’t let you out
Until you’ve admitted defeat
And hell,
You’ll never live to see the day that

I, Admit Defeat.