There's a burning in my chest.

It's a feeling of both accomplishment and sadness.
Freeing yourself by sacrificing all that you knew for so long.
But the anxiety has yet to set in.
Not tear is shed, not yet.

Promises [1.25.11]

Cross my heart, you crossed my mind.
She took your life and hoped to die.
I cried, I tried, through sighs of hope.
I'm close to the edge, the end of my rope.
You gave me more than I could stand.
What for? You had let go of my hand.
Though blood flows red, my veins are blue.
My heart, is screams, it bleeds for you.

Melissa Anne Collie

Sabotage

You're a cancerous toxin,
and addicting like nicotine.
When I want you, I can try to forget.
When I need you, my skin itches.
I get anxious.
I need your kiss like an anti-depressant.
It's dangerous; it strips me of negative emotions
but could drive me to suicide.
Social suicide.

To Love Another~ [throwback?]

My heart is too big for just one other

Love is love, let’s all love each other

Best friends forever,

and what could be better?

But what does it mean to love another?

If we’ve one life to live, a short one no less

Then take every chance and give it your best

Habitatat.

My lungs are black,
not by cancerous chemicals,
nor tar.
They're slowly dying, rotting.

My liver is black,
not by consumption of liquor,
nor paint thinner.
It's slowly dying, rotting.

My fingers are bloody,
not by amputations,
nor scratching at sores.
Not by chewing my nails to the cuticle.
Not by holding newly exposed veins.

My extremities,
my innards,
my everything;
all that is my being.

I am slowly dying, rotting.

Like the many corpses beneath us,
fit with worms in the pockets of their evening attire,
I am rotting away in a snug wooden box.