28 Days Later In 28 days, our fates will be sealed, in 28 days my heart will feel, the worst anger and burn but in 28 day my mind will also learn. In 28 days you'll touch and grab at her skin, an I'll feel the prickle of the stubble on his chin, in 28 day I'll hate you with all I am, in 28 days I'll regret letting you in. In 28 days I'll go crazy and mad in 28 days you won't notice things getting bad. In 28 days I'll change my mind, I'll forget you maybe, I'll forget: the taste of your lips and the texture of your skin and the look in your eyes before I let you in. But in 28 days that will all be for her and I'm so sick of waiting for these tragic things to occur.

White Flag And all the love #poems in the world couldn't save me from the wrath in your heart. And all the tears from my eyes couldn't fill the voids inside. And all the words that fell from your teeth couldn't make me feel a thing. And nobody lost or won this long battle, we simply forfeited our feelings and remained in a draw.

Say My Name I hope that when they first said my name eyes brightened and teeth smiled wide. New future, new hopes, new #life. I hoped they'd say my name; a recognition I held in my mind but not grasped with two hands. I knew they wouldn't say my name. A resident of rock bottom expects none. Did someone say my name? I can't be sure, it's all too loud. They say my name now. Again and again. A deafening roar. I hope that they say my name long after I am gone. Whisper it naught. Yell it at the top of your lungs, for all the world to hear.

I'm Not Like Myself I'm not like me. Days change into weeks and months and years, and so do we. We become something new, something off, a little more as the sun rises and falls again and again. Metamorphism. Drastic and obvious on an insect, subtle and stealthy to humans. Soon I will forget what games I played as a child, and will stop wondering and start accepting; truths, lies, deceit, intentions... I despise the day I stop seeing #life in small motions. I am not myself any longer.

Stop Breathing And sometimes I think about it, you know, drowning. I think about the massive blue waves hitting me like a wall and I think about getting dragged under and the way my body would hit the sandy floor with a thud. And somehow this sounds beautiful, it sounds peaceful and sure. My god at least for once there would be something, anything holding me down. Something that wouldn't let me go.