Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

The pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days

There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things