lord
i
only
stepped upon
thy sword of faith
but
my heart
beat warm
but
i didn't break
any of my flesh
upon
the
great battlefield of glory
thus
i pick up my sword of faith
and
continued to
swing it with grace
through
atmosphere
my sword of faith
landed
upon the
Holy War
across the Red  Sea

I'm drowning.
Bubbles escape my mouth and my hands try to catch them.
As if I could shove them back down my throat.
Not to breathe, but to let out one last scream.
If I wanted to breathe, I'd grab the life ring flailing above me.

eyes closed
palms gently resting against my thighs
deep inhale
slow exhale
repeat
this is all i know
that will be with me in the future
as i close my eyes
and feel my chest expand and retract
as i become aware of the places on my body
that connect and ground me with the earth
i find peace
in knowing that this will be the same
decades down the road
i'll always have my constant breathing to come back to
the stimulus
darkness
and the sensations
will be the same ones that i will experience
once i graduate
once i get my first job
once i kiss the love of my life
once i give birth and hold my child
once i experience the grief and loss of my parents
i will have my breathing to come back to
i will have the soothing movement
of my chest
to remind me of my constants in life

what
evening somber light
we venture out
at night
into
the
sea of cassiopeia
what noble
sunset scent of orange light

My candy heart bleeds with severity,
hemorrhaging despair and melancholy.

A new heartache for you to ignore,
what once was good will be no more.

My candy heart is achromatic,
devoid of color, systematic.

Black and grey is what I feel,
void of complexion nothing seems real.

My candy heart is numb and calloused,
paralyzed and unbalanced.

All that's left is anguish and pain,
the only emotions that remain.

My candy heart cannot be repaired
will not be saved can never be spared.

Demolished, some pieces lay absent,
shattered into a million fragments.