Just a random late night poem about thoughts

I am toxic. I love you till you bleed.

You doubt yourself just as I doubt that you will ever come across this statement. And just as I doubt that I am anything you said I was.

It starts with a smile. Or a few kind words.

She sneaks through the tall grass in the field, making her way to the very edge of the yard. To the creek that dried long before she was ever even a thought. She stopped slightly at end of the rickety...

The sun rises and the horizon bleeds with a newfound purpose. A shadow begets fear in the hearts of all the men below.

I believe— I found this somewhere years ago but I do not know who wrote it.

I couldn’t stop myself from looking at her. I had never seen anyone more beautiful. I never understood why people couldn’t see her for who she was, fierce and independent. Her short, dull red hair wa...

I sit staring. My watch falling on deaf ears and unseeing gazes.