If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?
Would you protect it from being crushed into a thousand pieces?
Would you keep it warm in the desperate cold of the night?
Would you whisper to it that everything will be OK?
Or would you tear it to shreds because I let myself be vulnerable to you?
Would you crush it between your fingers so the last feeling I ever have is trapped...
Tears trace my cheek
Staining my sorrow
Stinging my open wounds
He is gone
Never coming back
Into my sight.
Trees shade my steps
Leaves caress my silhouette
Wind whispers softly into my ears
“Even the dead tell stories”
And I stop in my tracks.
The house creaks with old wood
The doors slam with wonder
I wrap my blanket around distress
Because even though I know he’s gone
Even the dead tell stori...
Lines blurred the depths of impractical
All of your tactics have held me accountable
For not just the things that I did but the things you did
Endless, infinite fractal
Don’t know the things that I know that you lack
All of the sun and the clouds and the storms you hid
Thought that you could make me spin?
Thought that you could make me lost?
I know you thought you would win
But I’m alive
I can see...
“I missed you,” I sob as she lays on the blue carpet, her life pouring out to stain it purple. “I’m so sorry I was never there for you.”
“You were always there when…” She choked. “When I needed you,” her voice whispered. She spoke but her eyes were lifeless. “I love you.”
I fight back tears as I can’t say it back. Instead, I’m angry. “Always so selfish… YOU were never there for ME. Goodbye.”
Th...
Beyond the darkness
I reach for the light
But the light
Stays just out of reach.
Beyond the cold
I seek the warmth
But the warmth
Evades my seeking.
Beyond your hate
I’m begging for your love
But your love
Ignores my begging.
I wish, just for once,
That what lies beyond me
Would lay beneath me;
In my arms....
I can’t stop
Thinking about how
You can’t help
But
Talk to me
I want you to
Know I have always been your vent
Even though I
Can't delay
You
I don’t know if
It is me thinking
Or if it
Is your voice
I hear
All
The time when
I don’t know if I am crazy or if I just remember
I don’t know if I am crazy or if I just remember
The time when
All
I hear
Is your voice
Or if it
It is me thinking
I don’t know ...
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are…
Light beaming, bright
Shining
Scattered, plotted beneath
The veil of the dark
Each spark
A messenger;
Trailing found
They spin around
I wonder what you are.
I wonder why you are.
I wonder, for as we gather
The scrolls of knowledge
You still have so much mystery....
Like painted words across
The feared night sky
Light from all but the stars
Glimmers onto my fingertips.
Careful of my mysteries
For in it lies a final count
Of steps to take.
Heartbeat beats
Footsteps step
Rope burns from hesitation
And I can’t stop it.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it call?
Minds twisted I wish it would stop
The calling grasps my wrists
Like a thousand chains
Say yes
Until a nod...
When time ends, you won’t be here. Neither will I. I can’t explain the drunken dizziness of the hopeless thought that fighting finds worth in an abundance of naught, that trying doesn’t matter when there’s a period at the end of the sentence.
When time ends, fear becomes free and freedom smiles in the face of fear. Babies are born with a fresh start but their ripeness fades with shallow care.
Wh...
