good morning

open your heavy eyelids

i know the sun hasn’t risen yet but

you have to

rushing through the house to make that

first cup of coffee

maybe in your haste you can

admire the way earth turns it’s head

for that warmth

feel the cold air and the way it

nips at your cheeks

affectionately, while your feet take you down

the winding road

but take your time

and listen to the way the trees try to shake off

morning dew

notice how the sun dyes the cold air

in it’s loving gaze

the clouds hesitant to crowd around it

but just like you, they can’t help the

space they take up

so they proudly greet the sun

everyone up this early too

exhausted to make a fuss

the bags under your eyes protest

as you bask in the morning light

a slight smile despite the time

i guess

you can’t help but

have a good morning.

hello

a single word

that when heard

can make

or break

someone's day

depending how you say

or the reason why.

and with every hello

comes goodbye

but no one wants to go

Hey,

I just wanted

you to know

that I love you

and I miss you

e v e r y d a y

Hey little girl

How'd you end up here?

With your chubby, fat face

You're such a disgrace

You were doing so good

Fasting just like you should

Hey little girl

How'd you end up here?

With you wrists a mess

Acting like it's stress

Saying the blades "taunted"

Knowing it's what you wanted

Hey little girl

How'd you end up here?

Being a waste of space

Not even wanting to see your own face

Thinking crying will help

When no one will hear you yelp

Hey little girl

How'd you end up here?

Wishing to just disappear

With no one wanting you near

Wanting to go ahead

And making sure you're dead

hey there.

how are you?

we haven't spoken

in so long.

hey there.

anything new with you?

it's weird, isn't it --

writing to you when you're already gone.

hey there.

i miss you.

sorry, i know i shouldn't say that.

(but i'm always thinking of you.)

hey there.

i'm sure this is getting old for you.

but i just can't stop;

i just can't forget.

hey there.

there's something i'm too scared to say to you.

so i keep my poems short: only four lines

that way i don't have to say the truth.

hey there,

i can't erase the past.

wish i could, but

it's all we're left with now.

the past, and the memories, and

the feeling of your warmth, somewhere in my chest, and --

i know we can never go back.

we can never be together again.

but slowly, slowly, i'm able to say that i've accepted it.

maybe i haven't really, but

i'm a writer, so

i'll bleed our story onto these pages.

and with each and every word

with every set of four lines

it hurts a little less.

and now,

this will be the last one.

so i'll say it

the way that i know best.

hey there,

i loved you.

i love you.

goodbye.

Hello It's Me

The Crackhead

The Class Clown

The Happy One...

But Am I Happy

I'm Smilling Right

I'm Laughing And Joking

But Do You See The Tears

Do You See The Pain I Feel Everyday

Do You See The Demons That I Fight Every Time I Close My Eyes...

No, Becaus I Hide It

So Hi, It's The Real Me

Broken And Brusied, Scared And Lonely

And Welcome To My Hell...