I run away when things are good,
I never really understood,
The way you laid your eyes on me,
In ways that no one ever could,
And so it seems I broke your heart,
My ignorance has struck again,
I failed to see it from the start,
And tore you up till the end.

You can’t keep her in a cage,
Clip her wings,
Tell her lies,
Say that fragile birds were never meant to fly,
Watch her live behind a rusted door,
Latched tight,
Her spirit slipping away,
So you can keep her in sight,
Beautiful creatures cannot be confined,
Her wings will grow,
She’ll find the sky.

His dark eyes
held,
galaxies in them,
But she didn’t mind,
Because she loved stargazing.

The tail light leaves me blue in the dark hues
When it carries away what I belong too....
Unfolding the tar-black sky of asphalt,
The longest arm of missing you.....
My body is now the distance between us,
Big and empty.
The bigger the emptier, thinner than air...
As time piles up
my ladders turn into pointless meters
Measuring the ratio of nothing in everything.

He’s a falling star
Burning in the night
He’s the shimmer on the water
In the river of moonlight.

Your heart is my heart,
In my body so deep.
Your soul is my soul,
In my heart to keep.

She had galaxies in her eyes,
And tears like shooting stars.

It hurts
They don’t tell you that it hurts,
That your chest gets too tight and aches,
And your lungs gasp and scream for air,
While your throat stings and your eyes swell,
And burn from scalding tears,
That you can’t stop no matter how much you want too.
They don’t tell you that your muscles scream the next day from tensing up so much,
They don’t tell you that there’s no way to stop them,
They don’t tell you that they don’t just affect your body they overtake your mind.
Every fear, every small worry magnified until they’ve grown into a panic crushing you under its weight.
It weighs so heavily on you all day
There’s pain in your heart, in your mind, until it finally goes away, not today not tomorrow next week or month but slowly with time.

A tragedy miles of time away,
The anguish almost forgotten,
But pain is a stubborn stain,
Counselling never washes it away,
Like a stubborn ****
It is always there,
Rooted in composted memories,
Finding nourishment in the briefest recollections.
The slightest trigger allowing it to briefly blossom.