19 forever

My love hurt me.

And all I had left
Of her, was that-

A blanket of pain
To replace her warmth.

Reflecting Upon a Photograph

I loved her, for her
Darkness, shame, self-hatred,
All that was within me.

We each created a siloed world,
Of such intensity,
Where glimpses of happiness
Were enough-
Fleeting, shooting stars
the only possibility.

We tore our hair out
Trying to find truth in one another,
All the while avoiding
the very hearts that led us there-
There, by the edge
Of the hill near your parents' house,
We dug holes for our last goodbyes
Before our souls even got the chance
To roll around in the grass
The way our bodies once did...

One summer, one year,
One life ago,
I took the last photo
I would ever take of you...

And you looked so complete.

a letter to a struggling friend

your mind, dark

as jail cells where

the air smells like

6 years of self-destruction.

souless eyes, lost

like a family whom

know not when

they will ever see their son,

or brother, ever again.

plastered on each of our faces:

an inexpensive smile, cheap

as drugs, liquor, and

the excuse that it was

everyone else's fault-

you are an addict.

you are an addict, but

you're not a lost cause.

you're in luck, actually.

most people will spend their life

fighting against world, but

i believe, you

only have yourself to beat now.