I cried and I begged, Frantically searching beneath this strange bed. An overwhelming sense of dread, Yearning for a home, comfortable and familiar, To lay down my weary head.

I sighed in relief, Regret had held me tight. There it was, The intricate brass key, Its weight familiar in my palm, A comfort at last, a moment of calm.

The key slipped into the lock with ease, But something felt wrong— I could feel it in my bones, A shiver rising with the chill in the breeze.

A sanctuary once beautiful and bright, Now stood old, tattered, Draped in a lonely shade of blue light.

With each step, echoes grew from the walls, Forgotten memories rose as I walked down the halls— Whispers, laughter, soft sighs— Behind too many unfamiliar doors, The creaks of the floorboards filling the air with unease.

Clothes several sizes too small, It was time to leave once and for all. The walls closed in, And with every inch, I lost my breath, The roof beginning to cave in.

I stood there, frozen in shock, Realizing I hadn’t known— My body tangled in ivy that had overgrown. The key they’d given me still fit the lock, But the house no longer felt like home.

Apple of my eye, With a face so sweet, A love so deep, A family now complete.

A coat that glows like the summer sun, Golden and bright, As you run and run. Zooming through the fields, Never once outrun. Bounding with joy until the day is done.

Your paw— A print forever on my heart, A loyal friend, right from the start. I dread the day we’ll have to part, But forever you’ll stay, With every beat of my heart.

A silent language of salt and sorrow, I yearn for brighter tomorrows.

They say it gets better in time, But I’ve lost count of the days since I’ve seen the sun shine.

Pieces of me pressed into each drop; I cried and I begged, “Oh God, Please make it stop.”

Long overdue, this act of atonement— Tears falling into an ocean of forgotten moments.

My tears telling truths of voices I fear, I found myself drowning, lost in this sea, Tears heavy, and my sorrow too deep.

Transparent messages slowly dripping from my cheeks, Days flood quickly weeks. I thought I could fix it, But my eyes still leak.

With each drop, With every sob, Something in my heart dies— The evidence clear in the trickle from my eyes.

As the showers of grief begin to clear, Spring flowers press through, Beautiful and new. No more gasps for air; At last I can finally breathe.

I want to feel, I want to know. I want to love, I want to grow.

I want to feel your lips while we hold hands, In the season’s first fall of snow. I want to know how to keep this bright, Unfading, always shiny and new— But right now, my desire Is myself next to you, With a glass of Merlot.

I want our love to grow, I’m sorry for what I didn’t know— We should have started this long ago.

Yet if there’s one truth I hold dear, It’s how I love to watch the sky glitter and glow. To feel the wanderlust rise and overflow.

I thought you should know, I dream of creating, like Plath, Poe, or Van Gogh. And for now I must go.

Understand please, There’s far too much unexplored land. But know that I love you, And I’ll sew my heart on your sleeve, A part of me, yours to borrow, The most intimate gift I can bestow.

This is proof, of my vow, I’ll be back before you know— One beautiful tomorrow.

One day, This I’ll promise to keep: To love you forever, My soulmate, My beau.

If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would do you with it?

Mesmerizing lips stained a beautiful, Yet disturbing shade of red. Tasting delectably sweet, It made it hard to notice, The thieving hand digging deep inside my chest.

You felt me inbetween your fingers, Savoring every skipping beat, Eyes gleaming as you squeezed, My throbbing heart tight within your fist, Just beyond my reach. I had not yet known, That I was only one, Of the many who you ruthlessly robbed.

You collected our trails of tears, Running your fingers through our hair, While you spun us into The silky fine hairs, Of the deceitful web you transpired.

King of Hearts, Always proud and hiding in his tower, One would think your belly was full, But you still hunted for more hearts to maim and devour.

Never satiating your thirst, Or your gluttonous desire. Broken hearts are what built your tall and Beautiful tower,

Yet you proudly sit, On the very tip, Of the hearts you broke prior.

So merely naive, Your puppets on a delicate string, Who you dangled, As you spun and you wove, Until we were deep in your trap.

Never imagined we’d eventually be caught, In a meticulously woven web. Was your original intent to kill us all dead?

The stars were what she liked most about the sky. Then, they started to fall.

Chasing stars once left her in a breathless awe, Filling her soul full to the brim with wonderlust.

Then one by one, the stars began to fall. The passion that radiated inside her, Slowly began to fade.

Unbeknownst to her, She would eventually run out of stardust after all.

She begged and cried, As she got on her knees and pleaded to the sky.

The silence was deafening, Leaving her breathless and gasping in the empty abyss.

She could only help but to wonder, Why it was her that was left bereft, And paralyzed with melancholia.

She missed the stars that burned bright in her palm, As she desperately willed away the looming shadows.

Weary to the bone, The darkness claimed her whole.

Her madness chased away the last of the light in the sky, Sending the moon somewhere far away.

What a mad woman.

For no one saw a dark and empty sky but her, Because something in her brain was flawed.

The sky no longer held the same magical allure, So life eventually became something she could no longer endure.

If the ocean was red, Would trees still be green?

If my heart were blue, Would I love you more than me?

Daydreams are never as they seem, You must have known that to some degree?

My sparkling eyes, and my wild long hair, Have I suddenly become your worst nightmare?

If your eyes weren’t green, Would I have still fallen in love over afternoon tea?

If my crystal blue skies didn’t turn into gloomy shades of grey, Would you still have tossed my broken heart into the sea?

She never was an early riser. Occasionally plagued, and weighed down By the darkness lurking inside.

The early morning alarm hammered in her head, Waking her to nothing but dread, As it rang violently in her ears.

Insomnia had paid a visit again— Her mind kept awake through the night By tears, And the worst kinds of fears.

Here it was, familiar yet consuming, A darkness all-encompassing, Polluting her mind with ailing thoughts, That intruded, relentless and unrelenting.

A familiar darkness that was all-consuming, Began to pollute her mind With the ailing thoughts That was unrelentingly intruding.

The déjà vu didn’t surprise her. Even in those times she seemed wild, When she laughed, when she smiled— She was none the wiser.

All in a golden afternoon, Under the skies of cloudless blue.

Wildflowers tangled in my hair… I spun toward secret rendezvous.

I wanted the stars, yearned for galaxies afar, Yet I craved your gentle, familiar blue moon.

I never meant to burn you… That day I shone too bright, that Wednesday afternoon.

10 Ten AM. World flips in strange ways, Cheshire Cat grins and riddles maze. Drink, smoke, eat, A twisting path beneath my feet.

12 Twelve PM Lost in spirals of laughing light, Day and night collide in sight.
Queens court awaits; I’m dressed in red, “Off with your head!” Echoes in my head.

2 Two PM Through the glass, slipping thin, Falling fast, within, within. Hands of time lose control— Mad Hatter pours me tea in a bottomless bowl.