old friends

if i chose to stay,
will you hold my hand,
and sit with me,
through my horrors,
and my screaming?
will you stay with me,
even as i force you out the door?
will you wait by my window,
throwing rocks,
as you stand under the rain?
if i chose to stay,
will you do the same?
- 6th May, 16.25 -

if i had the gift of art,
i would paint your eyes,
on the ceiling above my bed,
as a reminder for when i wake,
that if ever i chose correctly,
i too,
could have eyes,
that shine just as bright,
as yours.
- 6th May, 17.00 -

for someone that thinks love is
but a myth,
you sure do seem to enjoy writing about it.
- 6th May, 18.14 -

what i hate about my mornings
is when my dream ends
and you are not beside me.
- 6th May, 19.00 -

i wish i had the courage
to plunge into the deep water,
to free fall over a ledge.
alas
i do not have that kind of bravery.
however
what i do have is strength;
the strength to grip onto a blade,
even as it pierces through my skin,
the strength to wait awhile more,
the strength to stay.
- 6th May, 19.02 -