“I keep myself company by writing about you. I’ll let the ink run in hopes that it will bring to me your presence. I’ll tear the pages and smear the pen marks so i can calm in me the storm that craves for you so much. When i miss you, i run for the books. I trace the prints with my fingers and look for the words that line to me your smile. I love to look at the writing always. More often than not i have let the words hold me into a comfort when you can not.”

i am tired

 

of carrying myself out of bed and again through the same dark

 

my bones are pressed and no longer feel mine

 

they try hard to hold me together but still

 

i feel broken and everywhere and

 

whilst they crack under the weight of my heavy chest

 

i feel like i am under the world except

 

 

in this dirt i can not grow flowers and i am not dead

 

there is no light

 

but i can see everything and everything here is nothing

 

i want more than for these lungs to not feel as tight as each other

 

to breathe just enough, to not feel as breathless

 

because now just enough is more than enough for me

 

 

i am tired but i know

 

that we must keep on going

 

 

 

 

When the days feel dark

 

and the nights look darker,

 

I promise to be the eyes which find light for you,

 

and when one not be found

 

i promise to be that light for you.

 

When your heart feels heavy but your thoughts,

 

heavier,

 

i promise to sit down and listen to you;

 

tell me all that makes your mind congested,

 

may i sit and listen forever

 

if it is a means for you to move a little easier.