I miss you.
I wish I didn’t have to.
By my side for all of time,
Never gone,
Never lost.
Yet it’s but a dream
A fairytale to never be seen,
To never be told.
As I grow old,
my heart turns cold
but I still miss you.
Longing, lusting
Till the end of time.

Hurting, feeling everything
But feeling nothing.
Broken, missing a piece
But finally complete.
Lonely, missing no one
But wanting someone.
Desperate now, destroyed beautifully.
Almost too perfectly.
Made to fade a stolen soul being sold.
Torn apart in the darkest times
Never to be whole
No longer a soul
But forever mine.

My dying day will be welcomed.
Celebrated, more than a wedding.
Loved more than any other funeral.
Not sooner forgotten than a fleeing friend cruelly brought to their end.

My dying day will bring a glorious uproar that will soar freely.
Lightening the hearts of many
Unburdening the minds of every
One.
Healing the soul of scars
Bring unity from frivolity
Rising age-old joy from the earth
Resurrecting silent peace in the middle of the night.

Soon my dying day will be here
To be regaled
To be enjoyed
I will be remembered not for life but for death.
Not for light but for dark.
On my dying day.

I’ve been trying.
So close to dying
Constantly bleeding
Forever seeking,
A way, a will to stay alive.
Faltering,
The restraint
The fight
I just might break
In two.
A painful death for a pained soul.
That prays to never grow old.
Trapped
Hidden
Cold

Alone...

Flowers in bloom
The sun beating down
Chirping birds
The sky mirroring the feeling of all;
Blue.
Saddened by the sunlight;
Sunset;
Sunrise.
Beautiful but freezing on contact.
Sweet but bracing in thoughts
Calm but crippling on the body.
Innocent but dangerous to blood.
Summer.
Truly beautiful.
Truly deadly

Soaring, cutting through the sky. Flying high, almost running far from the eye,
To see.
Missing home
Going alone
Rocking to and fro
As they bleed out.
Loving them,
Hoping then,
Fleeting.
So quick
Feeling sick
Wanting it,
To stop.
Soaring, cutting through the sky.
Falling from high,
Being seen by every eye,
Like
A fleeting dove...

Missing.
Losing, breaking.
You’re hurting, faking.
When they’re gone you’re bleeding, praying.
Waiting for them to come home but they never do.
Hoping they call or text, regretting
Everything.
Piercing. The words you said.
The ones you can’t help remembering.
Haunting. The scars you created.
The ones you keep replacing.
Dying. The love you felt.
The ones you loved.
Crying. Tears of blood.
The ones that keep pouring,
Falling.
I am broken now.