Lord, I’m tired, I can’t find rest,
My heart’s a storm inside my chest.
The one I called my home, my light,
Is out of reach, lost to the night.

He’s someone I can’t hold or keep,
A dream I whisper in my sleep.
I try to move, I try to mend,
But peace begins and ends with him.

And ****, it hurts, it cuts so deep,
A kind of wound that doesn’t sleep.
I want to run, to fall, to scream,
To cry to him like in a dream.

To speak my pain, to feel him near,
Like kids who run when trouble’s near.
But I can’t have that, not this time.
So I just bleed between each rhyme.

Maybe love really does make me crazy
For someone like you, I’d take it all
Your flaws, your mess, your every fall.
I’d risk it, forget the pain,
Let the bad days wash down the drain.

But when it’s not you, I can’t pretend.
I keep my distance, I won’t bend.
Their chaos, their noise, I shut it out.
I’m quick to leave, quick to doubt.

'Cause if it’s not you,
I won’t stay.
I won’t break for someone
Who ain't you anyway.

Unshakable, I stand with confidence,
In words I live, and speak my foes to death.
My blade forged from experience
Both swift and finely drawn,
A sword that cleaves through dusk until the dawn.

Each phrase I wield strikes deep beneath the skin,
A sharpened truth that tears the soul within.
Yet clad in armor, forged from ethereal courage
No wound of speech has ever left a stain.

But oh, how strange this trembling,
I'm suddenly ruined,
When all it takes is the whisper of your name.
The world I braced now falters in its frame,
And I, unshakable, am not the same.

Forget everything.
Let’s set sail on the sun.
Whisper the word, and I’ll go.
Under the sunset, we lie
I'll take your hand without a doubt

I’d build a world from nothing—
a world you desire,
you deserve,
and you shall have.

In a bottomless beer, I find myself stuck.
I found a brief, reckless peace—
the kind that once lived beside you, quietly

But the winds changed.
You moved like light,
and I, like weight, stayed behind.

Now I watch you drift,
farther than I ever realized—
a silhouette against a bleeding horizon,
a beautiful departure.

A view I must learn
to appreciate and carry.
Without chasing,
I stay
and wish you
a beautiful journey.

O Lord,
I have failed to cherish the art You have made-
That sets the sun in my everyday
Yet through him, I found You
And I stand still, waiting; abiding by Your rules

The work of man—misunderstood
Yet within that room, I saw  light
In a box of blocks, between the lines
I've found and I've known
A sketch of future, present and past

Oh, how wondrous is your touch
Only I can dream what it feels like
Etched in all that man creates
How I admire the man you create.

An engine built to run forever
Cracks beneath the weight of winter.
Ironic—when we've only known summer,
Yet here we are, frozen in time.

The warmth that once kept it alive
Now threatens to burn it down.
A fire waiting to ignite,
A winter that refuses to pass.

Still, a burning warmth lingers—
Not from the sun, nor from the sky,
But from a presence, close yet distant,
A force both near and out of reach.

Words collide,
Paragraphs misaligned,
Like rusted gears,
They grind and slip inside my mind.

A missing piece—unseen yet felt,
Leaving the whole incomplete.
Spinning endlessly, yet stuck in place,
No matter how I push, I stay the same.

Now tell me, how does one turn,
When the piece that makes it whole
Rests in the hands
Of someone who will never return?