I want to be loved like the sea,
When I'm a tropical blue, and respected
For my tumultuous depths.

Love me like the sea.
Come, bathe in me when I am warm and
Gaze down into me when I am crystal.

Love me still when I am murky.
Come, find beauty in my roaring waves and
Keep your bow forward when I am stormy.

Love me like the sea.
Watch, see how I can kiss the shore or
See how I can beat my fist against it.

Yes, I want to be loved like the sea.
For the sun shines on my surface,
Yet darkness lurks within.

No words out loud
Until the wounds are healed
Rebuild old memories from the past
How long it lasts this phase of healing scars?

Pretending loner feeling lonely
You’re being whole
However do not comprehend it

Common issue
Going crazy
In your head
Clenching fists
And till the end you’re staying

Strong, in and out you’re solid
You’re eyes don’t blink
Your breath is calm and deep
Creature’s contemplating
Inside itself

It’s watching sun that’s falling down the west
Horizon bursts and swallows cosmic star
Illusions scatter, something’s calling you
To go beyond
Yourself

the powerbank's empty
bankrupt soul
heart bleeding red

corrosive feelings
dug deepest holes
filled them with lead

THEY AREN'T HEALING
why no one told me
it would be that bad?

Is it really what I need?
Or is it what I want?
Do I need to control my habits?
I have been for so long, but I know what happens once I give in to them...
Indecisive, I can’t make up my mind.
I keep switching between different thoughts holding me back, trying to own me.

I pop all alone, for fun.
But it’s love what I seek.
To have someone whom like me, understands me.
Someone dark, intense, emotional, and passionate.

I crave it deep inside but I brushed it off completely letting go of the topic of lovin.
I incoherently, fell in love with the topic of sin.
I need it bad.

I’m feeling ****** and sensual.
I’m feeling seductive and flirtatious.
I want someone close whom I can share that with on a deep level.
I’ve only felt pain, bring the drugs, to numb me again.

Vain, cold veins shivering inside of me.
So detached, love is nothing to me.
Water flowing inside my lungs, fire in my heart, and a devil on my tongue.

I crave depth and intensity with someone.
Love me hard, even if it’s just for one night only.

I look at you and wonder,
If you're hiding depth behind,
That cheerful disposition.

Are those calm waters,
All there is to you?

Don't get me wrong,
It's nice to stand,
In the shallow end,
With your head above water.

But I need someone with experience,
In open ocean swimming.

Someone who can hold their breath,
When a wave comes to wreck you.

We are poets
All we know
Is cigarettes and regret

We are poets
We know of heartbreak and all her words
The size of each of her veins
Asking to much of a broken heart

We are poets
We slip into the madness
Because it's more comfortable

We are poets
We observe
Saying nothing
Preferring to write our words

We are poets
And each of our lengths of love
Are our most beautiful works

With each reach I am further away than I hoped.
Clawing desperately at walls of mud.
Foiled by the viscosity of fools.
No matter how hard I try to escape the solitude it haunts me still.
Looming over me like a cowl adhered to my skull.
Comforting is its presence.
Complex are it’s vexes.
Is it the walls or my skin that take the brunt of my aggression?
Is it outward or all within?
Could it be that the darkness is my only friend?
The only thing that remains.
All my efforts are in vain.
All my transgressions explained.
My thoughts are all insane.
But here in the depth I can escape the pain.
So here I shall remain.
Filled with more of the same.
Questions unexplored… a bane.

let me tell you a story
a story across the beginning of time
i saw a broken piece along the way
people passed by day after day
nobody ever asked why she was broken
nobody gave her a helping hand
but i was intrigued
i wanted to know why she was shattered
but still held together
so i walked the distance
i said some words, asked her name
and she was LOVE,
i asked why was she broken
why was she alone in pieces of her former self
she said to me
i have lived from the passing of time
felt happiness, felt pain,
felt immense sadness—
but most of all it's the blame
the words people whisper in their hearts
saying; love is useless,
LOVE is a waste of time
centuries after centuries
i began to fade out
shattering little by little
till the piece you see before you—
she was truly who she was
she was a wreck made by us
blaming her for our mistakes,
maybe why real love is rare
so i said my welfare
knowing true love will never exist again