Real novel

I gave up books because

I fell into a story of my own.

Love is found in real life

And my romantic heart can vouch for this.


Mental  (ill)

The path is its darkest here.

Tireless pain.

Why can’t we just dissapear.

rewind, please.

i wouldn’t blame you even if the cravings lied,

but how could you move the world,

when all your power was caught up in your image.

i wouldn’t blame you if you had told me the truth,

but how could you leave that morning,

when all your power was trapped inside that one room.

i wouldn’t blame you if the lonely drives weren’t reminiscent,

but how could you abandon my weak frame,

when all your power was the only reason i had a constant heartbeat.

don’t leave again.

summer of 2009

why did we hide in fear behind a tv screen

lustfully disguised with aching minds

the world moved us

don’t blame me.


is this new for you,

it shakes away your trust.

divulged into a thick gloom,

i didn’t see that you were my gateway


nothing hurts like you,

gloom aches,

gloom beats,

gloom escapes,

i’m lost in your gloom.

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