I gave you the world in exchange for promises that were broken the moment they left your lips.

My love was gravitational but you couldn’t stand to be in the same atmosphere as me.
I guess You thought I wouldn’t notice your feelings passing me by as it began to orbit around my heart beat.

Pumping blood into veins that miss the sensual touch of sharp needles as they blow kisses to your arteries.
Syringes filled with screams for help, injecting pain into the bloodstream.

Hospitalized because nobody was there to hear me struggle.
I Invested my last breath on medicine cabinets while these over the counter prescriptions peer pressured my heart to stop.

Cause of death: You.

Every breath you take dilutes the potent summer breeze
as it melts upon your skin.
Catching your heart beats In a bottle
because lightning fears to strikes twice.
Your dilated pupils resemble the sun as the moon tries to steal your shine.
I see solar eclipses every time you decide to blink.
Galaxies embedded in your pigmentation,
I trace constellations on your skin.
Heart beats sound like Exploding stars in my chest.
A love was born on the shooting star between us.
I wished for you.

Thou shall not break.
Ye who crumbles will fall down.
You are shutting every window of opportunity I have left.
Making me Claustrophobic to fail.
Happiness has been foreclosed
Abandoned and put up for auction
Like my heart beats For Sale signs.
Don’t sell me pipe dreams that have been held together by duct tape promises.
It’s bound to leak and the truth will flood beneath your feet.
The guilt will cement you to the surface, the truth begins to rise. Heavy currents of revealed secrets surround you.
You’re drowning in words dry tongues cant seem to taste anymore.
Your last breath is up for auction,
Going once.
Going twice.
SOLD!
To the man upstairs.

I am a dreamer.
Big dreams. Small dreams.
Pipe dreams. Life dreams.
Juvenile dreams that are so far fetched, I go to bed early just to be free a little bit longer.
But i swear I get a little bit stronger.
The sun shines down on me as I walk down side streets that house harsh realities. I look up at blue skies and have heart to hearts with the clouds because they understand me more than you.

I’m a dreamer.
Good dreams. Bad dreams.
Sad dreams. “Wish I had” Dreams.
I’m gonna show you why you shouldn’t doubt me.
I’m loading the chamber with dreams because my aspirations are big enough to kill.
I can Leave holes the size of missed opportunities, I want to watch you bleed second chances.
Puddles of regret spew from the open wound, I cannot hold back no longer.
You don’t have the will so there is no way you will survive.

I am a dreamer.
My dreams. Your dreams.
His dreams. Her dreams.
Dreams don’t die
But the people who don’t dream are wasting time, living.

If you are reading this, then unfortunately I am dead.
Check the cabinet next to the bed you won’t find nothing but blood that has been shed from slit wrists because of words that have been said about me.
I wasn’t enough so I tried to change. How many pills must I take until I meet your standards?
Im Ripping thru medicine cabinets Like Happiness was gift wrapped in capsules.

The prescription reads:
Take one capsule every time you become sad or until you feel Like you have nothing to worry about.

Warning: Too much happiness may cause the belief that everything is going to get better. It’s all in your head. Happiness isn’t permanent because nothing ever is.

If a broken teenager overdoses on hope and nobody is around to hear their heart stop, do the cries for attention make a sound?
I’m going on a journey through depression and your feelings got left behind. Your tears mean nothing now, save them.

My sanity took its own life,
I washed down a handful of happiness with a glass of regret. Only a matter of time until You accept me again.
I did this for you.
This is goodbye, see you in my dreams.

Sincerely,
A Suicidal Teen Who Needed You.

I am contradicting these wishes before they hit the ground
Because I don’t know what to believe.
I’m giving you a bouquet of disappointments
Because Lies look beautiful when they are gift wrapped with love.
She loves me.
She loves me not.

Chocolate covered expectations in heart shaped boxes that will never be fulfilled.
Heart shaped candies that say I love you have been wasted because those words are Inedible.
Soon perfect will run out because heaven doesn’t last forever.

She strains everything she has left. Her smile never slips thru open spaces.

When She smiles,
God ignites the sun Like Candles on Birthdays.
Constellations align her silhouette as Her skin glows like scattered stars as they hold hands with the moon.
Her eyes spark immortal life.
With lips that are sweet as the hopes of starved lovers.
Her Hair floats in the wind like wishes upon dandelions.
I wish to love again.
For love is a canvas laced by imagination

She inspired me to paint perfection.
She is my muse.
Her beauty is a masterpiece.

These Pawns Are slain Like scapegoats.
Call them tragedies.
You are wielding a
double barrel shotgun
Two forty-fives and a pistol.
Trying to columbine hopes and dreams of ripe mentals.
But why them?
You are corrupting the innocence of adolescent easels waiting to be painted.
Vandalizing futures because you failed to have one.
When you look in the mirror, I hope your reflections pulls the trigger.
These tears wash away bloodstained hollow points from stiff corpses.
Taste the slugs in your chest as they
Clog your heartbeat.
And when you are choking on your pulse I hope you realize that your life is turning on you.
I want to tie a noose around your neck made of guitar strings so I can hear chords when you struggle.
Music to my ears.
You are being evicted from your cadaver for insufficient relevancy.
And once I’m done, you better not have the Audacity to breath.

Memories burn Like candles around the vigil of the fallen.
The wax solidifies like tears on distorted faces.
Here lies my love for you
I’m sending my condolences.
Bouquets of black roses
To show how dark beauty can be.
Broken smiles on your face told stories of fading happiness.
And I watch,
As the wick begins to wither like thirsty petals after valentines day.
I’m blowing out the flame that sheds light on the lies I have told.
There’s nothing left.

My pen is mighty like a sword.
I penetrate thru perforated trees.
As if oxygen isn’t a necessity.

I’m robbing rich dreams from the poor and faithless.
The gun is erected.

With bullets in the form of metaphors
Attacking the body Like cancer
You Slowly Bleed similes

As you ascend to the clouds above
I drink from the fountain of memories.
My Copper wishes fall to the bottom.
Ungranted.

The heart rate mellows
You enter the room.
White coat resembles wings of an angel.
Escorting me to happiness.
My life is in your hands.
Nurse it back to Life
For you are my savior.

Thanks for giving me hope.
Thanks for giving me dreams.

Hope that one day this pain will settle.
Dreams of what happiness will feel like.

With or Without You,
I will rise.

Hands covered in blood.
Trembling in fear.
Crimson tears leak from these bloodshot eyes.
Puddles of pain.
Weak Emotions.

Hurricane Heartbreak is passing thru the Gulf of Mistakes

Category Infinity.
A Never ending storm.
Rain pours from the
puffy eyes in the sky.

Storing tears behind weak Levees
Cracking under the pressure to be perfect.

Evacuate all feelings.
Disaster is coming.
Nothing is safe.

I awake
to complete destruction.
Nothing is left.r
Fear is everywhere.
My confidence is drowning.
No rescue.

I’m starving mentally so,
I ration my food for thought

Telethon
Marathon
Calling it quits.

I’m rebuilding my Life back to what it was.
As the eye of the storm watches over me.