The book that writes itself in ink and blood,
Every page a confession, every truth a flood.
I sit with my demons, they whisper in sighs,
Eccentric lullabies woven in dreamy lies.
I kissed the ineffable, tasted its flame,
A suspicious kind of heaven that never had a name.
The spine of the story is crooked and bent,
There’s perfume and poison staining my dress,
The book that writes itself—oh, it knows my sin,
Every letter a scar carved deep within.
I’d bleed out again just to see it in red,
To feel something real being inside I’m already dead.

I found a bottle on the shore,
Sealed with wax and midnight lore,
Inside, a letter wrapped in lace,
My past life's tears in cursive grace.

"Dear future me," the ink began,
"Still chasing ghosts in sinking sand?
Did your dreams survive the mind wars,
Or did you lock it, slam the door?"

She warned of boys with eyes like flame,
Of hidden hearts that play the games,
Of dancing too close to the edge of the moon,
And humming heartbreak far too soon.

“Don’t trade your soul for carousel lights,
Don’t marry silence, it bites at night.
Keep a bit of the youthful air of innocence
It adds to your confidence.”

I read it twice swirling with the tide,
That bottle shook with every line
I’ve told myself to make it through,
But she knew me, and I knew you.

So I wrote her back in ocean ink,
Let my thoughts drift as I think:
“We lived in ruins, kissed like crime,
But ****, we danced so well through time.”

And so I let that bottle drift away,
To find the girl I used to play,
Before the bruises turned to art,
And we forgot the shape of heart.

I ride the carousel, round in my mind,
Each figure a name I swore I’d forget
A sardonic grin on the face of time,
Spinning through kisses and cold regret.

He whispered in lust making false vows,
Then vanished into the dark of night.
The shame still stains my silence now,
A bruise that blooms beneath the light.

Another wore dreams like a cheap disguise,
Painted in promises, glossed with gold.
But the facade cracks beneath his lies,
And love runs dry when hearts grow cold.

They repeat like haunted tunes,
Ghosts dressed nice, soaked in sin
A dance beneath a distant moon,
Where every ending dares begin.

Still I continue, I never learn,
Addicted to the aching thrill
To love that sours, to bridges burned,
To wounds that beg to open still.

A hallway of mirrors, endless and cold,
Where love’s reflection bends and breaks,
Each step a memory, bought and sold,
The pieces of us that time forsakes.

The glass distorts, my face in tears,
A smile that fades, then comes again,
I walk through moments, lost in years,
Where every joy is prefaced by men.

You whisper softly from a distant frame,
But your voice is just a fleeting sound,
Our love’s a song that’s lost its name,
A record spinning round and round.

The glass reflects a broken face,
Eyes that once shone, now cold and thin,
I walk in circles lost in space,
Trapped in the places you’ve never been.

The hallway stretches, never fun,
Mirrors repeat what we've become,
Distorted truths, no place to run,
Forever trapped in what's undone.

The mirrors stretch, no light, no grace,
Repeating all that's been done and said,
A love that left without a trace,
leaving only shadows in my head.

If they would ask me,
I’d write a secret summer track
About the way you move to slow jams;
Revolving soft like a vinyl spin,
Eyes have me lost,
like a strong glass of gin.

I’d pen the bridge in twilight ink,
How we met when the stars began to sink.
A moment too pretty to forget,
Laced in smoke and steamy silhouettes.

The secret’s simple and stitched in lace:
It’s just that I love you
Through all of space.
And when the world's ending light is discerned,
The galaxy will learn
How two phantoms loved and burned.

Our eyes met that gloomy day,
And I immediately knew
It had been another time another place
I had always loved you

Lives we lived together
Spanning since the dawn of time
Energy of us tethered
Two souls intertwined.

Soulmates don't always work out as planned
Life gets in the way.
Things just aren't so grand
And our path isn't paved.

Is it wrong to crave a soul?
Is it wrong to lust for the past?
And to long for someone you've always known?
Wishing love forever lasts.

A dearest kiss I long to conjure
A love I wish I didn't ponder
What do you do when love turns to shame?
When the lies turn into a stolen fate.
With your heart hidden and shunned
I learned your manipulation was the part of the club
I wish I didn't miss the taste of your lies,
but a love like yours withers and dies.
I just wanted love, I was blinded by you
With rose colored glasses, not thinking things through.
To think this is our parting makes me sad.
I thought we had other plans.
Illness had taken you long before me,
Now I just sit here with a hole inside of me.
All I wanted was a love that stayed,
But I danced too close to the masquerade.
Without rose-colored glasses and no regrets,
I kissed your ghost and paid my debts.