just stay here and console me
just stay and collect my words together to hear their melody
just stay here and hold my pieces together
to figure me
just stay here and look at me
to see the lifeless painting I have become
to understand my pain
just stay here
silent with me
to hear my soul shatter
slowly
just stay here
with me
stay

Sharp bends around the curb
Past bus stops used to run for
Feels so near and so far
The shops have changed
At least some of them
Still serving the same things
Where lucky moments
Made everything alright
Roads which led to homes
Which felt like someplace
Could always go
Haven’t been in so long
Must have wanted that
Wish I could go back
If only for a moment
Just to feel like I did
Laughing to sleep
Walking the city streets
Underneath the skyscrapers
Playing games invented
Finding paths which strayed apart

In love we grow
In love we change
Do not turn away
Accept flaws and all
For together we heal
Together we grow
Together we change
To be loved we must know
We are imperfect beings
Yet while imperfect we stay
we love we grow we change

A top theme of poems,
Is loneliness.
Are we as poets destined to be alone?
Or is there a chance for some of us to pull away,
I hope there is.
What if being accompanied now,
Means I'll sit by myself tomorrow,
Please don't let this leave.

every 7 years, every cell in your body is new
one day no cell in my body will remember this
to hold on to it, I’d have to stop living and to keep living I’ll have to let it die with my cells

every 7 years, every cell in your body is new
i am trapped in an in between point
the most severe acts my body had been subjected to have melted to the pressure of time, being as much a part of me as old hair on a brush or fingerprints on a mirror
it’s results on my mind still linger on my skin, begging my hands to hold onto it still
my body rejects my bed, my brain holding onto consciousness through my heavy drowsiness
my heart begs my body to let go, rope burns on my hands swell and fester, bleeding as my fingers grip harder

i don’t like thinking about the stain on my brain
about the awful
disturbing things
that i’ve done and seen and played out in my skull
oh no, i don’t like who i am
the truth of it all?
i don’t like feeling this small.
i’m on fire and i think everyone should just let me burn,
or toss me into the pool and then let me drown,
save me just to **** me in a different way,
pull me out and put a needle in my veins
i need to change
i need to want to change.
did you like who i was yesterday?
i think i’ll be her again.
do you think we could scrub my mind clean and just begin again?
i could forget your name and you could forget that night in my bed
no one would need to know a word that i said
and somehow i’ll know not to touch you ever again
and then you could heal and i could be cleansed-
i don’t like thinking,
i don’t like being a part of the torture that was my upbringing.
i don’t like sleeping,
i don’t like being the last bit of defense before you start swinging.
i wanted to be something better than i am today
but i can’t point out exactly when everything blew up in my face
and even though it’s my fingers that are covered in this powder
i’m sure it’s anyone else’s fault for how i got here.

Hold on,don't leave me just yet,
I haven't played my last card left.
Whoever you want to see,I'll reflect.

I hope my jokes land right,
Funniest story I know,just to keep you light.
Won't be washing where you just touched
So maybe you'll notice how much you're adored.

It' okay,I'll let you correct
Carve me out,piece by piece
But I'm begging,please
Hold on,don't leave me just yet.

I will stay with you,
Even when the times are hard,
We can make stone soup.