Here we are again,
in the same places–
kneeled over–
staring down at the
very knife that gutted us.

The blood is gone,
wiped clean from the blade;
shining and clear and gleaming
now like it is brand new
in the dim light.

How many times must we
impale ourselves
before understanding sets in,
before we realize we are
bleeding out again
beside the bed.

Birthed at the center of my soul
You are my very heart
You are the seed of compassion
And the water with which it blooms

Birthed at the center of my soul
You open the window of joy
And close the doors tinged blue
A teacher of spirits, of freedom

Birthed at the center of my soul
Your kindness bleeds into me
Saturating my casing
Rendering me tender, despite myself

Birthed at the center of my soul
We became...as intended
Entire beings
Flowing between a unified spirit
Connected now as then

Birthed at the center of my soul

Its been a month when I start not talking to you,
I always tell myself,
I will forget you, yes, I can.
Yes I forgot my feelings for you.
But then, I saw that picture again with that person,
I start hating myself,
Why did I still had this feeling?
I feel jealous.
Seeing that picture,
I don't know what to do anymore.
I think my feeling for you will be forever.

I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily

I can hear you in my head
As loud as a babies cry in the earliest morning

I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily

I see you in my thoughts
Like a musician creating composures that cause ones ears to bleed of euphoria

I can't shake you from my bones
I can feel you within me
Within my veins
Flowing steadily

I can't shake you from my bones
You are now ingraved in me

I can feel you within me
Feeding off my sadness

Within my veins
******* me dry

Leaving me with nothing to flow

I can't feel...
.
.
.
.
I am numb