Jekyll will never truly know Hyde, Just like you'll never understand why I died, Cause you're so happy, Plotting more games to pass the time. I'll find another therapist, For when I eventually lose it, And when you step into Cardiology, They'll have their coats in a twist, "Check my heart, Doctor," "Why? ... It doesn't even exist." Please be advised that the poems included in this book make use of strong language. © All Rights Reserved

You were my oxygen, Now I just want smoke, You can stare death in the face, Now I want your memories to go. Your mom's okay, your dad isn't, just call him back, I don't want to say a single word about them, So I'll just stop at that. If I was oxygen, The world knew you were the smoke, If this relationship was a heartbeat, Why don't I go choke? © All Rights Reserved

Your treacherous heart, My faithful being, Fireworks from friction so bright, Explosions so ironically freeing. My curious self you'll always adore, And always I'll be faithfully, treacherously, Sincerely yours. Please be advised that the poems included in this book make use of strong language. Featured on mohbhang, a reading list by WattpadPoetryIN © All Rights Reserved

My words will linger until the day they don't, Like an insipid hollow sensation haunting your bones, As quiet as a meekly insignificant footnote, You'll spend your life trying to get rid of, But you won't. © All Rights Reserved

Love makes us lose our mind. It drives us crazy. But you know what's truly crazy? We let it drive us crazy. We just don't hit the breaks. This is a poem, but it's so much more than that. It's a story of how two people fell in love. What they've been through keeps coming back in flashes. And it was good while it lasted. Maybe even after. Intrigued?

Exquisite mixed fruit jam recipes brought to you by yours truly. Just kidding, this is my poetry book. Got you there, didn't I? If you love mixed fruit jam as much as I do, surely you must appreciate good poetry that can give you all the feels. (I'll admit, that was riduculous.) Get ready for a wild ride. You've just received a golden ticket to get on the submarine journeying through the ocean of emotions!

Don't you leave me behind, But you told me to speak affirmatively, So I am seeing you again, Can't break that pact like the diagnosis broke me, Two weeks later, I want sweet relief. The poems in this book make use of strong language. Trigger warning: death, suicide, loss. © All Rights Reserved.