And still,
You are interwoven,
Ingrained into my very thoughts.

I struggle to find the disconnect
Where you remember it pleasantly
But don't want it back

It burns my lungs as it goes down.
breathe in
Living in sweet denial is just that: sweet.
But every dream,
No matter how sweet,
Must come to its inevitable demise.
exhale
God, but it burns.

Wake up
Wake up!

It's over.
Your dream is dead.

i think that
poems about love
and our feelings
for other people
mostly *****
but we are willing
to see it as beautiful
because we have to see
our pain
or our happiness
reflected on others
otherwise we can't understand it
as real
we see ourselves on others
and identify a certain feeling
to feel complete
or accepted
somehow

And then I realized,
I wasn't okay yet after all

Most days it's manageable
Especially now that The Silence
Has come to a tentative close.
But just as every addict knows,
once your highs get higher
Your lows get lower.

Days like today
And nights like last night
Remind me what it's like at the bottom,
What it's like after you've fallen.

Hope,
That glowing beam that some cling to
Is instead my punishment,
A pillory I'm chained to
Locked in
Keeping me in the same place,
Hoping.

Some days are more manageable than others.

He carries his sadness on his shoulders
Little white lines
Hidden beneath his sleeves