The End

I feel like writing meaningless poems with so many words that will be nothing to me when my mood changes. 

Moods are like swings, 

they can take you so high, 

but oh so low. 

I'm plummeting down. 

The blade looks so friendly. 

Keep it together. Don't smile tonight. 

My chest cavity feels empty. Where's my heart?

I need you to explore my skin; make it restart.

Repress my wrong ways. Kill my tendencies.

This is the way we dance. Safely.

Your eyes pull me in. Reel me away.

I'm hooked and you won't let go.

Hold me in your arms. I'm falling apart so quickly.

Kiss me back together.

My world used to be so perfect,

but this little dark hole is growing so slowly.

It's consuming my being; I'm less holy.

Right from the center, it burns the surface.

Kiss my eyes.

Close my lids like the tie on nightmares.

Scare away my monsters.

Kill them with your kindness.

Don't follow in previous footsteps.

Keep leaving indents on my heart.

Never leave this frown upside. Always turn it around

with your smile, your warmth.

Refrain from leaving me.

I. Can't. Take. It.

I'm absolutely, no doubt losing control.

Author's Note

Somebody shake me because I, I must be sleeping.