Just so you all know, all my poetry is written by me. I didn’t plagiarize anything, I came up with it all myself.

Socks~Written for my Ex.

What is the point of opening yourself up to someone when you know it will all end with heartbreak?
Why feel for him when he’s just going to feel for someone else?
Love is a strange thing that everyone sacrifices himself for.
Heartbreak is as common as changing a pair of socks.
Thus people go through a lot of heartbreak.

Some pairs of socks have more holes in them in the end.
Some people throw them away as they see the holes forming.
Some hold on just to have something to hold onto.
Some think they can patch these holes…
But patches only last so long.

Often he wears mismatched socks; mixing holes with other holes.
The holes will soon catch up with him.
He can only patch them up so fast. 
Patches only hold so long as the stitches are strong..
And strong he is not. 

Your eyes

As I look into your eyes
My fear begins to fade.
Recalling all the times I’ve died
And will die.
But it’s alright-
I don’t mind. 

Fearful

This place is not a home
Not a happy place
Full of life and laughter
Only trifle and bickering.
Not a place to take refuge
Refuge from every day life.
I only lay my head down to rest. 

Sleep

Sleep has its own cadence
Its own melody.
Like death; sometimes silent
Sometimes rising.
In a beautiful harmony not quite remembered
When from one or the other,
You’re flying. 

Daisy

The blanket of yellow dazzles
A frantic sea of Autumn, glowing.
Flowers upon a dying world, gifts for the yearly wake.
Hiding behind summer warm days
The frost bit nights are growing
Long with the promise of a the vicious harvest we take. 

Unknown

The hours after you are gone are so leaden
They always start dragging too soon.
The grapples clawing blindly at the bed of want
Bringing up the bones of old loves
Sockets filled once with your eyes; eyes like yours
All always is it better too soon than never
The black want splashing their faces
Laying again nine days never floated the loved
Nor nine months
Nor nine lives.  

Lace, Selfish, Flowers.

Lace

Black lace, tracing her hands
The smell of rich wine engulfs him
Slowly…swaying on the dance floor
Stopping only to catch a glimpse
A glimpse of her magnificent face
Walking so elegantly in a sea of fools
Pushing everyone aside like a servant
Only once does he catch her eye
And only once it takes.
 

Selfish

She left this Earth on an act of selfishness
Is it really selfish?
Wanting her to live in pain
With nothing to live for
Each day like a job
Working to live
Is that a way to live?
Is it really selfish?

Flowers

A beautiful flower
With beautiful petals
A green stem
How lovely.
Take it all away
All the petals
What do you have left?
Beauty.