Oxygen

I’m bleeding out, it’s your hand on the gun. 

The tears and the ink blur into one.....

About poem about a friend being their for another one, waiting for them to come back to them.

Maybe this was the start of a new friendship. Maybe it was the start of a love story. Or a tragedy. We would never know. 

Butterfly tattoo on my wrist I could have saved you But I was too busy trying to save myself. 

What would life be without you?

I was never grateful...

Once again, I am falling. I thought I found a way out.

I let the darkness close around me.I let myself fall deeper.

You are the reason I want to live.

Creative poem about a burning.

Short poem about love.