I blink
And open my eyes
I think
And there you are
I can’t help but try to find you
In every human being on earth
I touched
I’m with
But still I can’t find your pieces
That would patch me back together.


Don’t you wanna be saved?
I wanna save you
But I guess she’s your addiction
A treat hard for you to get over
While I’m just here a substitute
Another flavor to taste when it gets bitter.


My thoughts all drained out
So give me an ample amount of time
To gather back my energy
Of telling the world how it feels
Living in stained fate
And once I sprung back up
It will be better.

My Poetry.

The thoughts inside
The words
They call
They still bleed and longed for you
The letters
The phrases all still about you
The poetry
My poems
Is what you are.