is it not strange you can love them
and struggle to love yourself?

Them,
them who are yet to know the sound of your tears on a pillow?

Them,

them who know not the feel of your heart when it smiles?

Them,

them who make promises you doubt they can keep but still you deliver them your soul.

I find it strange you know of love

only when you offer it others.

Jade Novelist ©️ 2019

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when my thoughts are drunk on you

and I wish I was more than just somebody you know

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when the confusion between ‘I’m ready to love again’ and ‘just walk away’ doesn’t hinder my desire

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when the idea of ‘living’ sounds better with you in it and I struggle to picture myself with anyone but you.

You cross my mind in my less sober moments,

when addiction forms and lust or love, force my infatuation infested crush to want to give you a chance.

Jade Novelist ©️ 2018

I would kill for a lover whose idea of romance included caring about my mental health.

Instead of flowers and apologies,

neglect and promises of future memories,

they would be conscience of how their actions would affect me.

Someone who cared to handle my mind in a good way,

not just knowing how to trick my clothes off

but someone who felt my sanity was my best quality and they wished to preserve that.

I would kill for a lover like that, where is my one worth killing for?

Jade Novelist ©️ 2018