Why am I always the problem
If I'm such trouble then ******* get rid of me?
Are you stuck with me-
Just obligation like duty?
Then quit acting like any of this is for me
******* do you really love me?
Why are we always here and I'm the one to blame?
Or am I really just the problem and I can't handle the name.
Why reach out just to crush my hand
Why direct just to turn me right around-
Is it me?
Am I the problem,
Because that's all you seem to call me besides that name you know I hate,
Because to you, I can never be
And even when I fall apart you don't relent,
"I'm listening!"
To what?
It can't be me cause you just keep saying
The same ****, over and over again.

In truth we have left ourselves behind,
Watching decay embolden an ignorant mind,
Are we so different from the version we meant to cast away?
From empty to open, endless space,
All of our nothing seemed to you,
To be something,
And yet none of it remains by your side.
Keep craving the things you'll never bring yourself to achieve,
That hateful longing provides the only nutrition I need,
Linger in shades that hide the daylight,
Always seek out that miserable night,
When you finally accepted the woes of life -
And you remembered to ask yourself,
Is it just me, or has it always been you, disguised as we?

Blue and white,
Young starlit nights,
Cradled in the soft string lights,
You and I but shadows in endless black.

At one point the name shattered,
And, we, became the same.
Surrounded by a constant new,
Something begs to be born,
But the soil is long withered,
And the sun's fallen to the moon.

Burning up the bookend wax,
Time slowing to match my heart,
Leaning into broken silence,
Scritch-scratching lead leaving a hurried, feverish mark.
No peeping,
Nor perked ears,
So even the walls find time to sleep.

Wicker candles,
Fine wooden handle,
Sea salt caramel foam -
Desert Amber
Billowing incense whispers,
"Yes, we are alone."

Quick to melt,
yet slow to smile,
Nesting in the dusty scent of old.

Obsession, longing
Once one in the same,
Seems it safe to say that nothing has changed.
In the name of Love,
Awful, selfish, and Terrible Love,
Sweet, elated, affection,
Rapt, continuous attention!
You've lost every semblance of self,\
Become entirely someone else-
And I,
Was obviously never meant to be me,
So together these creations live happily,
In everlasting, eternal Peace.

Antiquated rain drips off the eaves and window frames,
A remnant of midnight air frosting the carpet.
Drowsy, idle, and crisp -
Are you early morning or late night?
Neither city lights nor sunrise define you,
Only a vague feeling whispers your name.
Crack the window,
Let those eerie winds decide