Ive tried to forget you
But you're a scar on my soul
And everytime i run a finger over it
Memories flood of you

I see all these things going on inside you
wouldn't it be good to just let go?
We can benefit from one another emotions don't have to stay bottled up until you explode

I can be your outlet
and you can be mine

I'll carry your burden for you
in the marks that you leave

When you do it
I want you to think of these things
That spark such emotion
Until you feel relief
in the sight of my battered flesh

I want to be your release
your peace, and solace

My tears
Sweet to the taste
So you don't have to shed yours

And I will love you for it
for all of it
To show you your worth

I marvel at you
Your strength and resilience
Your character and your kindness
To me you are a wonder
Undeniably, a beautiful fracture

But to show you the way...
It is as natural for you
As flight is to the bird
yet you resist

I can sense the rage in you
for my bad behavior
You must show me my way
and through that
you shall find yours.

Borderline thoughts:
better to self medicate with pasta, than a bullet

Suffering is the path to enlightenment; we neednt only to be afraid

Its an amazing thing
When the suffering see the light
So far blinded by new bliss
As far as they can see,
It is beauty in a dark world
Shedding light on the unknown
Exciting, ever flowing possibility
Akin to a path unexplored
Where none have been before
But yet, blinded
To the danger
Though new and seemingly endless
The door closes
All traces of light lost
And into the abyss
The faint touch of a distant beginning
Lingers on the tongue like a love lost
And so are they.

Needs and wants: a viscious cycle
Flesh quells mindless non-sensibilities
I don't need it
What do I need? Nothing
Silent screams, it's there like a shadow in my closet
Days pass in decay of oneself
Salivation in what I lack
I don't need.
It's all Black and Blue
Bruise & Bone give way to rose gold tones and a sunset day
Sleepless nights and food without savour
Unsavories in desire
A redundant walking endless days
The same minute details
An image of John Thomas etched in my mind
Lust dripping from my temple of words I've failed to utter
& a rubber heart cast from memories passed
The glare from the life I have lived, begs me not to need
But we all get ****** now and again, don't we?