I'll curl up and write
As an escape from this mess
And you;
Under the setting sun
And the glowing moon.

I'll tell lies
But only to myself
Because you, you should be spared
From the moment when my sanity snaps.

I'll think of you
Grasping at the straws of love
And you fell- oh how beautifully you fell!
Into another's arms, held away from mine.

I'll leave you
In his arms, in his shelter,
Because I've always been good at clean breaks,
I'll even clean up the ashes.

He's fallen in love with his personal hell.
She's knees and elbows down, **** up in the air for the devil.
They are next to each other, two worlds apart,
Sin and Lust their only companions.

It's real, this is very real.
This is not your haunted mansion at the amusement park.
This is not the shadows you see under your bed.
This is very real, the voice in my head.
And it's telling me about the bloodstains
Left on silken sheets,
not the blood of a ******, but the blood of a corpse.

I have this thing about falling in love with Best Friends;
But poetic it is, coupled with irony,
That while I hate it,
*I end up doing it, all the time.

I ******* ribbons today,
Blue in my sister's dark hair,
Thinking of the days I did my own.

I ******* laces today,
Neon orange tripping me,
Footsteps lightening on dark concrete.

I ******* loose ends today,
Those fluttering in the autumn breeze,
With no destiny to speak of.

I think you've flown to far,
Somewhere I can't reach,
But dragons are born to fly,
Wind under its wings.

So, maybe, can I request, selfishly?
That you will think of me,
Stuck, Planted, Ground
Beneath my feet

Chasing a shadow
Creeping among flooded words
Teleporting, gone.

How can you be honest with everybody
When you can't even be honest with yourself?

How can you be confident
When you can't even believe in yourself?

How can you not cause others pain
When you can't even stop harming yourself?

It's a touch of childhood stubbornness
Monosyllables falling from lips
It's pastel-painted colors on blank canvas
With a tinge of vibrant red
It's a soft chocolate lava cake
Melting, heated, bittersweet and all too gorgeous

The jabberwock is a monstrosity
Wings poised to fly
where its beauty might be appreciated better;
and I think all it needs to know is that there are people who love it, people it loved,
once upon a time
before time leaked
and reduced it to monstrosity.

I think we all know of a person who has left us;
a friend's friend, a best friend, a relative three countries away, a neighbour two houses down.
These are the people who opened Pandora's Box
and watched Hope take flight
in their black and white world,
bleached colors running away
into the last sunset they'll ever see
in our Hopeless world.

Hope rekindles;
Flares under your skin
Heats in your ribcage
Flickers in your heart

Then it is blown out, leaving nothing behind but
Pain and darkness
Curdling in the pit of your stomach
Sinking at the back of your mind
Settling into your emotions,
Like it never left.

Summer, stifling and sweet and sticky
With the cool of Autumn clinging to its hips
And Spring's freshness wrapping around its head
Winter a million miles away but still pressing in its mind

It's hard to catch sunshine
In a jar filled with words
Sifted and strung into coherence
Since it enjoys slipping through my fingertips
So I'll just sit and watch
As you dance across the sky
Falling, laughing sunshine.

I watch as tears fall;
From the sky, her eyes, his eyes, your eyes.
I smile;
My eyes are dry.
*they would remind you of a desert.

He inhales;
Love like poison.
She inhales;
Love like frost.

Experiencing new things;
are a bit more painful than I anticipated.
Headaches, breaking habits and love.
Is there anybody who can explain-
Why does this hurt so much?

I would apologize for not being what you wanted, except I don't tell lies and you have never treasured me anyway.

you think nothing can go wrong when you fall in love,
but in reality, everything does.

I can hear much better now, and my head's out of the water.
So maybe it's time for me to toe the line between reality and my imagination,
And stay on the correct side of the line this time.

Exhaustion weighs down, weighted bags and pinpricks of emotion,
Until I can't tell whether the pricking behind my eyelids
Are tears, or just a reminder of the necessity of sleep.