Eyes are blind,
You look with
the heart, the soul, the mind

I
wish
people
weren't
afraid
of
Love

I want to memorize every part of
you
The shape of your thighs
The nook of your back
The velvet of your lips
And the siliken moans you make when I put my lips there

So I'll let you bruise your knees on her bedframe
The way I did last Friday night
And after subtle thoughts and unpublished words
Will I still reach for her hand,
But with apathetic eyes and ebony hair,
She grows distant
I recede

The mind can deceive and control, yet the heart can sway and destroy. Where does the truth lie?

The words have faded
I am lost
Pale skin dances across mine
Moonlight seeps through
My eyes shut
Breathing stills
The walls echo my name
You exhale

I have lost a lot of good things in my life, most was from my own ignorance.
However, I like to believe that everything happens for a reason and better days are ahead.
But
the
days
just
come
so
slow.

I've heard that the first and last are those remembered, but neither stays, nor all those in between, the then and now.

We lose first the face then the feeling, like a thing we hold a little too tight, but then suddenly we have no tenderness, no memory of holding, no memory of soft beds.

Just standing in the hallway between here and there, wondering what could we have possibly said to fill that void.

First breaths, the walls echoing soft moans or thunderous wails.
Frozen prision pizza, the last meal of a dying relationship.

Maybe in that space beyond anything we known, perhaps your tiger tails of dash and dust will cross mine, an arcadia light years from now.

Perhaps I will remember your sent, your smile, the arch of your back, or the way your nails dug into my skin as your lips curved to whisper my name
     before black arcs
                                     Deeper
                                               Into
                                                      Black
Scre­aming past planets and memories that have no name to me any more.
However, what truly stays? Even this moment is now
gone.

You saw museums
in me
where
I saw empty hallways

Trapped behind these lies.
living in my world of deception.
Silence screams, ears bleed
Muffled sobs
Be who you are.
But I hate who I am
I am not good enough.

But you are enough she weeps.

Melancholy
seeps in like a
phantom limb

desolation blinds and destroys

Wildfire inside

There was a time which music was my solace.                          
It  intoxicated me.
It captived me.
Took my soul and made it soar.            
It was there always. A friend...or perphas an unspoken love.
It filled me. made me whole.
It was always enough.

We were so in love once.
But love can die.                            
And when the music dies what will plays  for me?
Who will play for me?
What will make me feel whole?            

Music and I once where once so abundantly in love.
         And I was once content.
                                   And not so forlorn.

But love can die.
And I fell out of love with the music.

Tell me great painter?
Do I end up Happy?

Or was my fate decided the day you chose to paint me black and grey?

No pastels of vivid lush meadows
Or bright sunsets

No; just soft hues of inky misconfiguration
Blurred lines on page

I am impatient because
I know how cruel time can be,
and what it can take
away

There are times when the ghost of memories echo through this town, I drown in the nostalgia

I see myself falling back into
old ways,
But I no longer care

I've always loved to test the limits,
 to push a bit to far.
Such as when I stare at old scars
pondering just how deep I could pry  them open, to see how far I can go before I slip into that abyss, to see how much it would take to fill this
void

Sometimes it's not the
butterflies
in your stomach
that tells you you're in love but the pain

I like to believe I've married all of my past lovers in some
parallel universe
I like to believe that somewhere somehow
our love isn't
Dead.

Find a passion
that
Exhausts your pain

Oh how I want to be loved,
And accept love
But how my pendulum swings
From crowning myself worthy
To fearing I'll never be good enough

When forever wears a watch,
Even time can grow impatient,
With the ticks and tocks of what hope could potentially
Be

I am a hurricane
of mismatched
puzzle
pieces

My soul loves
with
reckless compassion

Paint over the shadows of old lovers

To the girl
With fire
for hair
Animate my soul  
Burn away the loneliness

I tried to hold on to you
but you were
nothing but sand
And I was the tide
Who tried to drag
you out to sea

Broken hearts can only mend
when they stop trying to fit into someone else's second-hand love

There are many
versions of myself that
need funerals

I want to be there for others who need me.
But I am barely there for me and when myself shouts for my embrace, I kiss it with violence.

If the man in the mirror wasn't always first, then maybe loving you wouldn't have to hurt.

After the heart stops there are seven minutes of brain activity left. Seven minutes, where the brain plays back movie memories of what shaped it- like a homage to the *****, like a final goodbye to the restless dreamers that lived by it, and the unwavering capacity by which they loved through it.
During the first minute, I saw you. I saw you as if it was the first time, and my god you were perfect. I saw the coy smiles, the terrible dance moves, and the genuine laughter. I saw you lean in for our first kiss. I saw me beaming on my way home, spellbound thinking, "This is something big. This is going to ruin me."
Minute two and three I saw the flicker of our flame, saw the way your bones played with moonlight, saw the endless letters you wrote me, scrawled in graphite along the surface of my skin. I saw the person you were working towards, awe-inspiring.  I saw the clock, as we counted down the the days, gripping tighter and tighter within our within our false reality, until I saw goodbye. The colours of every sunset I had ever witnessed, come together to build the contours of your face. I saw the purples of your under eyes. I saw the whites of your teeth. I saw the pink of your lips, and the reds that made the flush in your cheeks. I saw the person who had shaped me, the person who dig my heart up like dinosaur bones.I finally saw the person you were and the person I had made you become. But more importantly, I saw me, the dark shadow in the corner of your mind. I saw you whisper goodbye and god i wish there wasn't a billion souls because all I see in them is ur absence and it that moment, in the beauty of your night sky I finally closed my eyes and with my last breath your poison escaped my bones.

Sing To me I beg
deafen me
Shattered this emptiness
Rip away this loneliness
Replace her voice
Fill the void
Calm this ******* storm inside of me
Replace the part of me she took
Sooth my soul
Please

Beauty does not fade, yet, instead it manifest into a contrasting concept society is unable to perceive