Sorry to tell you,
but we are not one in the same.
Bloodily tied by our fully extended limbs,
we hold onto different blame.
Attached by cordial hellos
and torn apart by distance,
we should never have to try this hard to find consistence.
Although time has become just a number, and hurt has become my armour
I will never forget your choices.

Sometimes I forget that I am made of glass.
Thick shards of my piercing words digging into your beautiful fragility.
Careful now, I remind myself.
For as much as I can hurt,
If you leave, I will shatter.

If this is what she considers "feeling alive," I think she's got it a little mixed up
See, I understand skydiving, once or twice
But she's driving too fast just to get to work in the morning

She would have done anything to get high and not lose her job
And that is the exact reason they drug test dead-end cooperate desk jobs
So instead, she stays up late watching cooking shows
She tried painting her nails and cutting her hair but she's still exactly where she started

See, we were wrong about how many of us would grow up to be doctors
Some of us were relieved and some got bored
But almost none of us could afford med school
She goes for runs, eats too much ice cream, takes vacations
But she's never coming back

The ocean beckons with its calling,
A siren song from distant shores -
Beguiling me to greet the dawning
Far beyond our uncharted course,
Until old mountains fail below
The lost horizon drowned to view,
And onwards then anon to flow
Up over the waves to ventures new.

Stop staying in abusive relationships and situations, just stop.

her cheeks, normally the color of moonlit marble,
burned.
all the rest of her had flushed, lending what little color she had
to that blush.

her eyes, deep and speckled sapphire,
drowned.
those lashes, longer than hell, dipped with the burden of those
tears she cried.

her hair, darker than ink in a starless night,
hung.
glossy raven tresses framed that sweet face, gently brushing
her teary chin.

She inquired my reason; asked me: "Why?"
I said, "You're Beautiful when you cry.”

[ ] The world is such, my child
       Built in the broken backs of you and I.
       Propelled higher and made mightier
       By weapons of power and fright.

       The world is such my child
       Unknown trails are condemned by mild
       Free mind is lethal and a myth, for the grey
       But they are robots- all mindless, I must say.

       The journey would be hard, my child
      The path is unknown and your heart is wild.
       Let the robots try their luck
       But you my brave child : make sure to give no ****!