My mind is like a palace, with a giant church bell hanging
Being knocked around and causing the most painful reverberations

i am so disappointed in myself that instead of fixing my mistakes
i am going to sit and wallow in them instead

have you ever felt the intimacy
of sitting alone in the dark
with nothing but rain and fear
as your only companions?

I hope that one day, I can look back on these moments and smile
without it being chased by tears
and "I was so foolish."
I just want life to come and go, not always be stuck thinking about
when it comes, and
how it goes, and
where it ends, and
"Was I happy?"
"Was it enough?"

Our oxygen is of
Failing expectant heartbeats
Like a dying wish

an endless stream, unbroken by the stillness of ice
no matter how cold the winter gets
or how empty it might feel
it's full of promise
to nurture the growth of spring

It might not have been made with gemstones
Or a company's mass production,
But it cost more than anything else
And it was lost in my careless compulsion