A Love PoemYou made me smile and laughYou made me want to be betterTo run farther,To love harderYou made me love to fallI wanted to be the one to hold youI want to tell you I love youI want to kiss you in the rainSometimes it burnsEvery time I think of youThe pain, the boredom they stopAnd suddenly I'd be content to lie still for awhileIf only I could feel your heart against mine.I'm not a good person,And this isn't a good poem,I don't always speak the truth,But this time it's true:I love you.
Morphine KissesToxic vaporsSo bitter on my tongueIt tastes like bile,Saccharin ash in my mouth
Evil kisses made of morphineNumb you straight to your core,Sweet euphoric acidLike a poison candy mistAs it sweeps across my eyes
Crimson wine swimming in my veinsPutrid arrows pierce my heartRotten and bitter,Decayed just like love
Just a thought,It's only a glitchSomeday I'll break away
I've no heart leftIn this dying body of mine.It's far too darkThere isn't any light leftIf it was, I could not seeJust like I cannot feel.Raking across my skinI bleed into eternal blackness,Isolated from realityIt's far worse than any dream;Yet I'm still dreaming of you
And you are made of poisonDeadly, killing me
So icy is your touchI've forgotten how to feel.
Love Your BodyThe bottle flew out of her hand,crashed into the mirror,and as the glass shattered,tears streamed down her face.She cringed at the sight of her bodyit just wasn't good enoughher curves weren't voluptuous enough,her hair wasn't silky enough,her stomach wasn't flat enough,and her teeth weren't white enough.She picked the bottle up,took a sip, and wiped her mouth with disgust.Her vision became blurredas she took another drink of poison.She carefully chose a piece of glassand raised it to her skin.Blood dripped down, tapping the ground,She screamed at her broken reflection,She collapsed with vertigo,Continuing to drink the booze in her handuntil her eyes were forced shut.That was in the past.Now she lays in bedwith a baggy t-shirtand comfortable pajama pantsnext to the love her life.She doesn't think ofthe day she almost took her life.She still attends therapyand takes some medication to help her get by."God, you are beautiful," He says withhis eye