I wish I wasn’t breaking inside
As I fell in love with you

Destroying my whole self
For wanting what I cannot have

Slicing my skin to ribbons
So I cannot feel

Breaking my bones to shards
So I cannot move

Bending my lungs in two
So I cannot breathe

Searing my mind to ash
So I cannot think

Tearing out my eyes and tongue
So I cannot see or speak

Twisting my heart to nothing
So I cannot be

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray your arms my dreams to keep
And if the nightmares make me wake
I pray to you my peace to take
If I should rise before the day
I pray for you to guard my way

Love, to you I pray
You stood beside me for the day
I am safe with you in sight
Perhaps I may dream tonight
You’re my light, my life you bless
You thought me hopefulness
In your arms you hold me tight
So now to you I say goodnight.

Reading the words of others
Filling my heart soul with
The thoughts I couldn’t
Make sense of myself
And writing the things I can
It’s time to come home
Loneliness like a disease fills me up
To be a part of something again
To try and make sense of this agony
I’m coming home

I think I’m done writing for a while
I’m all used up inside
Like an inkwell that’s run dry
There’s quite a lot to deal with
Like the world is in my shoulders
I no longer sleep at night
Nothing in my life is near alright
I need to remember that the world is there
And that I need to live in it
So goodbye my friends
And keep on writing
I’ll be reading what you say
So farewell, my fellow inkwell-hearts!
If not in this life then the next
Let the universe guide you on
Farewell my friends.

You can see see it in the sun rise
You can see it in the stars
You can see it when the moon
Lines up with mars

You can see it in the shadows,
In the dark and in the light
You can see it in the beauty
And in the existential might

You can see it when the rain falls,
When the ground is soft with snow
You can see it by the ocean
And in the undertow

You can see in in the earth
In the gentle brown soil
You can see it in the plants
In the sun where they toil

What is it to you?
This thing that makes the sky so blue
What is it to you?
This thing that lifts birds wings, if they flew

I kissed you in a dream
And you were cold like a corpse