Life

I life stings and kisses at the same time.
It holds your happiness,
but also your hatred and lonliness.

If it was an object,
it would be the bloodiest, ugliest carcass,
and the sweetest, most beautiful flower.

Don't let the happiness die, and hold the sweet dearest.
Reject the bitter.

That is for hope and for happiness,
For progress and change,
For love and for caring,
For better for worse.

Live as a friend to yourself.
Because life can never be that.

Knife

Sitting, listening.
Sliding silently down my skin
Cold metal to my wrist
Sharp.

I breathe shallowly
Taking the breath that could be my last.
Then relax.

The feeling passes away,
calm, relaxed, I put it down

Not yet.

Hangover

Startled sunlight
I open my eyes.

Visions of powerful colours and the cruel world

Caffine regrets fill me and all becomes clear once more

Body aching, weak and 
somehow life requires far too much effort.

Go back to sleep.

For want of a better word

I'd say, I probably love you
for want of a better word.

You send tremors through my soul
often

It's sometimes hard 
to see if you feel the same

You say you do.

You love me too.
For want of a better word.