New Year’s Eve

December 31st, 2010

I can’t believe it’s over
It still seemed so young
An empty feeling started
To end with a full one
A weakened hug
To find a hand
And lips that aren’t my own
A while before
A lust-filled night
Left nothing at my door
A haunting feeling
That comes and goes
That just can’t be ignored
A ghost awaits
To haunt my thoughts
And tempt me with allure
An empty kiss
A half-filled hug
Left emptiness endured
To find a hand
And open lips
To fill the empty hole
That night of lust
Turned into more
To find another soul
Beauty sparks
But sleepless nights
A flame was never blown
The ghost awaits
And haunts the nights
Of disconnected souls
A loving hug
And lips I found
Create and fill the whole
But in the dark
And in the sparks
Two flames will kill my soul

Drunk Sensations

October 1st, 2010

The taste
My tongue itself
Will never want to know
The feeling
The numbness
The everything
It’s all too much for me
I don’t want to know
I never want to know
Why did you do this to me
I’m much too young
I’m much too old
For my age
I know too much
I’ve seen too much
The smell
It reeks
While death lingers
You’re too fond of it though
And not too fond of me
Because these drunk sensations stay
Even when they’re gone
They’re not too far away
Because
Somehow
The bottles always empty in your room

The Letter

April 29th, 2020

“I think you’re depressed”
An unusual love letter
Your words perplexed me
Saying you wanted me to get better
You listed examples
That I didn’t want to see
Mental illness wasn’t something
I could grasp tangibly
I don’t feel sick
I don’t want to be dead
And I’m not always sad
But you sensed things unsaid
At eighteen years young
I didn’t want to accept
That these feelings are normal
So I left them unchecked