You're not just a

lost and empty soul

longing to feel something

You're a beautiful and gentle soul

with a bleeding heart

You and I are a different breed

You stay awake to avoid the nightmares

I close my eyes to escape the nightmare

We hide acoustics in our closets

instead of skeletons

I know that when I let these

tears of highly flammable liquid fall,

You'll use a match as a pen

to write me words sweeter than honey

and reignite the dying embers

You're a true wordsmith

who bleeds words

You think in poetry

And know the difference

between sympathy and empathy

We survived the war

All that's left to do

is rebuild the town

that was once painted black,

and find that happy place

we writers dream about

With each other's help

we'll get there one day

And know that in me,

you'll always have a friend

You might be behind the scenes.

Deprived, of so many things

You might be all alone

Rejected, by everyone you know

You might be the enemy

Convicted, by reality

You might have been, left to die

Your choices, ruined your life

You might be full of regrets

Time travel, to change your bets

You might be living in fear

Someone out here, is wishing you dead

You might be lost in time

Wandering from pain to crime

You might be locked in a box

Claustrophobic, smeared by lies

You might have been in the light

Fallen, displaced by hate

You might have lost your gear

Broken, revenge on plate

No matter what you were

We are humans.

We make mistakes

Don't for a second

Think you're done

Raise your arms

Words last forever.

Pick your pen and prose, on and on

You've probably got whiskey

on your breath tonight

But darling,

I've got an aerosol of

his scent on mine

You're stuck in that

same ole town

living the hippie life

While I'm here with

his arms wrapped around me

in a city that never sleeps

You'll sing the blues

in your dreams tonight

as he waltzes me off to bed

He'll sing me to sleep

with a lullaby that's better

than any song you ever

wrote for me

My lover will kiss me

with his weaponlike lips

As I drift off to sleep in his arms

Death loves me more than you ever did

I still see your face,

when I try to sleep,

How I wish to leave this place,

but your memory I'll keep.

I still think of you,

when I try to focus,

on anything I try to do,

even if it's for us.

I still hear your words,

echoing in my head,

flying like birds,

keeping misery dead.

I'll always remember you,

because I still love you.

I don't have to say it

It's self explanatory

You and I are

a little insane

But what do you say?

Let's give this a try

I'll be the psycho

to your path

I know it's a long shot

But what's the worst

that can happen?

A broken heart?

Mine's already so

broken that I've

become numb to the game

And I'm willing

to bet yours is too

I know the odds

aren't in our favor

But I'll give it a shot

If you will

What do you say?

Take my hand

And join me

on the adventure

of a lifetime

I’m scared to be forgotten—

A tiny dot

An atom in this vast universe

Flicked off like an ash from a cigarette

Buried six-feet under

Worms can only taste me now  

lips will run in stutters of

grab and glide across the surface

of life and I will look deep within

the lens of tomorrow as I enter

slowly into the moment. then time

will wince and exhale and move

with tenderness when I dare to take the

hints it gives, changing look and temperature

as it wails for attention, beckoning tastes

of histories musk to the heights of possibility

along this path of existence leading to

caverns unescapable. and spill my essence

along the tunnel of life with vigor and rage

and strength to leave imprints of relief that

suggest a lover walked on dirt