My dreams are haunted by idyllic promises—
Who is my ghost with the siren voice?
The moon knows; I too, cannot shine alone—
Who is this light reflecting on my soul?
My heart yearns for a movie-like story—
Who is my co-star when the credits end?
Is my heart truly stuck on waiting—
or did It already choose someone unattainable?

I will do it,
Shakespeare will have a nemesis,
My words will become the new Sonnet 18.

I will do it,
You will feel it deep in your bones,
Even when our lives are never meant to cross.

I will do it,
When you bear your secrets to the moon,
A reflection of me will embrace you.

I will do it,
So I rise from this corpse of failed dreams,
Become a discipline of Eros.

I will do it,
Entangle my name in yours,
Make ourselves infinite.

Constellations of expectations
My shackles— my only relations
A walking canvas of self-destruction

Series of failures;
Dancing fire on my brain,
Torture for the game,
I stopped caring—
I fall apart at your place.

Series of abandonment;
This poem—
Who's to say I ever will.
Nothing to show off,
No father at prom.

Series of fears;
Men and their teeth,
Bitting for entertainment,
My skin is a television,
The masses are hungry.

Series of mistakes;
Memories of beheading,
All scars are self-inflicted,
Regardless of the blade's owner,
I skip the tip for the edge.

I lay alone in my bed
fireworks over my head
secret wishes, quiet prayers
another year to be a surviver

I want long hair again;
Fingers kissing my skin as they thread through waves.
I want long hair again;
Pretend I'm a mermaid under the showerhead.
I want long hair again;
Twist and tie, in different styles, a new me every day.
I want long hair again;
Use them as curtains, a shelter from thieving eyes.

I want long hair again;
But here I stand, once again,
At my scissors' mercy.
Chasing that sweet relief—
From the weight around my neck.
They say hair holds memories—
I need my mind empty.

The words build up inside like a tumor,
Ignorance will make them mean—
Spare my heart / spare my lungs
The song 'What If' is on repeat.
Regrets of the past / fears of the future / anxiety of the present
A tumor never leaves—
Healing is temporary.
Coughing up blood / letters interlaced in red
It’s a disease to keep it inside,
It’s a curse to let them fly—
I must write outside of my skin.