The Poet

I write from pain 

In my heart

Sleeping there soundly

I write from depression 

And anxiety

Swallowing my day

I write from a sad young human

Screaming in my head

Most of all,

I write for the memories that haunt me

I write with everything in my soul

I write for me

We’ve got puzzle piece souls

We’re broken

That’s why we fit together so well

I’m dreaming,

Mind stretched over the cloud

Feet can’t hold me down

Touching the honey ocean

With my bare toes

Reaching for the swollen sky

Moments like these

when

I’m raw

Dripping with tears

You should hold me

I replay us in my mind

And when I feel we’ve gotten distant

I answer your calls

I can’t stop smiling

To know someone so well

and love them so much

Is a different type of infatuation

I was in love with your words

Not with You

I cared for you so much.

I wiped my hands of you

All golden and blue

Melancholy,

Tears didn’t fall

You made me feel like we were art

And even though we’re trying to forget,

You carry a piece of me

And I, a piece of you

Cracked gems

Crying in the river

Heat radiating

From my cheeks,

I glow.

Brown eyed,

I’ve got big love for you.

Like a mother and father

When 

My mother and father 

cannot deliver

Rosy lips

I grow 

I grow

I grow like trees

I fear

I fear like an animal in the night

Powerless,

But I carry strength

Silence

Is terrifying

Compared to the chaos of loud.

Silence consumes the air around me,

Unable to breath.

Not because it’s lonely

Well, sometimes it is.

But because it leaves me unknowing,

An unknowing sort of fear.

I keep a pen close

For in my head I write,

But that writing disappears 

My scars only make me feel more beautiful.

She wears the most beautiful smile

But she’s terrified to feel

It’s scary to think of you and I

Souls and hands entwined

Our eyes meeting for the very first time

We are broken

and aching

My friend,

We are trying to reach something

We see in magazines

and on TV

We are trying to

Escape.

We are hurt

And that doesn’t go away

It scars and whispers in your ear.

My friend, I miss you.

You understand me,

Where can I find you again?

Torn,

Forgotten love letters

I tossed them on my bedroom floor

And moved on to the next soul

To help me decorate my room again

With such empty letters

When we fell apart,

Hearing your name

On others’ lips stung my ears,

And ripped my heart a little more

Rain,

Clouds tears

Ripple through the hazel sky

And your hazel eyes

they burn into mine

Begging me to tell the truth