There is a word
One word
The greatest desire
To cross the lips

The most powerful word in existence
From someone loved long ago
Yet to show again
Yet to reflect

I despise it
As it out of my reach
And I feel I need it
In order to feel anything again

But I guess we wait
And see the future
To see if the treasure
Can be attained

I met with a vampire today
Standing, freezing, and so unsure
It pierced my heart and soul
Burned me to my truest core

As I sat there in it’s stare
Unable to breathe, think, or go
It whispered with a thundering voice
Asking what I know

I trembled upon the cracked cement
Not knowing what to say
Yet without words or spoken tongue
It went along it’s way

And in that moment filled with fear
I finally understood
The vampire was just myself
Draining my life for good

Words are used too often
And yet even more misused
Showing our weakness

Such as sadness and pain
Shifting from physical as a child
Simply meaning a splinter or cut

To emotional when older
With shattered dreams
Or failed friendships

You seem to be illiterate
Throwing words you don’t seem to know what they mean
Like love and feelings

You seem to be illiterate
You held my heart in your hands
And slowly crushed it wish the guise of a tender embrace

Maybe I'm illiterate
Unknowing what to say or feel or how to show you
Not knowing how to tell you and pour my heart to you

Have you ever been at your breaking point
Not sure where you’ll end
But the actions and words are telling you different narratives
And you can’t decipher either

When you’re about to fall and crash
And you can’t quite tell what’s going on
But you know what you feel
You just can’t place it

You know when you’re broken
And you’re picking up the pieces
And then you figure out what broke you
And you make yourself stronger than before

You know when you find it
And you leave your armor untended
And then at the last moment of trust
You feel the warm blood drip down your back

We all search for the perfect words
The ones that will make our heartstrings sing
But once we find them, then what?

There’s no such thing as the perfect words
They come and go as they please without a care
Who are we to tell them their worth

Words are as they are to be
A reflection of who we are when we stare into the dark
Staring us right back, showing our true selves through the night

I’ve hit a barrier
Between good a mediocre
A matter of writing well
And being able to produce

I know it should come from the heart
But call it heart burn
Because I’m burnt out
And can’t say the words I need

You’re rubber I’m night
My words bounce and hide away in the dark
Coming from the shadows
Snaring me like a hunter

And while I’m pulled as a bird from the sky
My doubts flood me
And I just have to ask myself
Is this the life I wanted?

Why?
The motive of a peoples
The reason we are

Why?
The driving force of history
The catalyst of the future

Why?
The question asked every day
To learn our being here

Why?
The ode to my sadness
The reason of my doubt

Why?
The key to all questions
But couldn’t unlock my heart

Why?
The question I wonder when I think about you
The question I ask as to the reason I do

Why?
My silent cry in the dark
The haunting echoes of a chamber

Why do I miss you?