when you sleep it's like you never cried,

breathing soft and steady, wet cheeks dried.



when you sleep it's like you never lost,

boundaries weren't broken and lines weren't crossed.



when you sleep it's like you're still there,

and you still smile and you still care.



when you sleep you look young as I,

no crease in your brow and no old worn sigh.



and so if sleep is death just being shy,

is it still so wrong,

to wish

to die?

If our love was a flower
Would it be wilted and dead?

If our love was a flower
Could morning rains breath life again?

If our love was a flower
I am the bee
Giving you what you want
Taking what I need

If our love was a flower
What color would you see?
I would see you
As beautiful as could be

If our love was flower
Would we be picked for a vase?
Or would we grow wild like the meadows on the plains?

If our love was a flower
I would water you right

If our love was a flower
You would be by my windowsill at night
So that at mornings birth you could be kissed by my sunlight

it happens all the time.

I'm alone in a hole in the ground
when I'm afraid, I lose my mind

but it's okay, it's fine.

I was afraid to be myself Until I met her.
I never feel judged.
My face blushes,
When I see her name on my screen.
Staying up late just to send one more text.
In the end, its worth losing sleep

I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.