if the hunger games were real, i would’ve eaten those berries without you. i would’ve let you win.
i am only consumed with my sadness when i am alone. this week my schedule is filled to the brim to avoid mere minutes alone with my mind.
i find space to heal in the margins, in quiet afternoons, and in hugs from people i love.
i’ve always been told
that 3am is some haunted hour
where your subconscious thoughts
claw their way into reality
but 4am is the true evil
it’s the unbearable silence
when the monsters in my head
stand at the edges of my vision
to watch me toss and turn
his smile is so perfect. crooked and smug, but perfect for him.
the only wish of mine before i walk alongside death, is for the ink from my pen to sink into a single soul and take root.
when i see you now you look very bit like the man i knew years ago except for your eyes. your eyes carry a millennia of pain, passion, and everything in between.
you see me and i can see the biggest smile plastered on your face just from my presence.
pick what you want. i don’t even care if it’s me. please just choose. you know the back and forth is breaking me.
if you hurt me, i’ll walk away as easy as i walked in.