Alex Night

And you say
you've never seen my
pretty emotions,
I show
...

You touch my arm
and say what's going to be right.
It all is.
You're hands are grasping mine with a firmness
...

Who else could do this to me but
you?
You've got me running into
dead end walls
...

I look into the mirror
and I see what can murder.
It's a pitiful,
ugly monster.
...

Does it really all matter in the end?
Who we are,
what we do?
You don't ever decide.
...

My kind friend with a gentle voice or the brunette
with orange cleats and short bark
as a laugh.
What do you think of love?
...

They say things are not always what they seem.
Tell me what they seem,
and I will tell you...
What will I tell you?
...

Don't walk away
and strand me again.
Please, take your bag off
stay for a while.
...

I didn't do it.
I didn't shove that knife through your chest
purposely aiming for a vital cavity.
I didn't hurt you.
...

And you will aways have that one
shining piece
that gives you hope.
But where will the memories go?
...

I don't feel anything.
I am a strong block of marble.
I didn't feel
the immense pain when you
...

I rise from the seat.
My steely blue eyes
piercing
into your soft and sensitive brown ones.
...

And we've gotten to the point
where the bruises get smaller
and the knife's slice
doesn't hurt in the shallow
...

Your deep gray eyes once held the meaning of life
and happiness.
Now they hold regret
and raw anger.
...

It's a new year
and I wonder if you've changed.
I text
but don't call.
...

I bow my head to the memory of you.
Tears spill down my cheeks in salty rivulets.
I stumble backwards
and my back hits with incredible force.
...

Dark eyes spill untold secrets
and silent lies.
They are the portal to immense,
immortal,
...

Do you really care?
I ask over and over again,
and the answer is always yes.
You laugh when I cry,
...

It's a sharp pain against your wrist
as you let it envelope you.
It starts at your finger tips and moves up.
A smile spreads across that
...

I do these writings and
hate that you will never see them.
This is a joke,
burning me in my clear
...