Feel my heartache once a day.
Let the nicotine temporarily heal my broken heart.
Inhale away each bit to only light another.
You never realize how real pain is.
Pain is real when you lose your control.
You pull off mask and show the world  
what nicotine could never heal.
It could never be fully healed ever again.
Only leave a mark that will never let you forget.

Coffee stained sweaters
swollen bit lips
mistakes that stayed forever
wounds that never healed
apologies told
relationships mended
now that I have you
I'm reminded by how it ended

I search for tones in your speech
quivers in your voice
hints in your texts
movements in your body
I can't forget how we failed
how we might make it this time
and why either is
just as likely as the other

Do I love you?
Or am I just used to you?

1659

Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set.

Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the
Farmer’s Corn—
Men eat of it and die.

I have got a question.
How do you tell someone you love them.
And not mean a single word of it?

How is that even possible.
If I did that.
I'd have burning hate for myself.
Because right then.
You just injected poison into someone's heart.



But the real question is.
Why.

Is it too hard for you to face me?
And tell me  that you in fact do not have passion in your heart devoted to me?
Because it would have spared me the scars and ****** wrists?

What I thought was my forever is now my past - crazy how this world works
You share dreams with someone and then they become your nightmare
Your soul wanders at night searching for theirs
Restless nights throughout
The journey never ends - tunnel seems to get darker, yet they say there's light at the end of every tunnel I used to want to look into your eyes until sun comes up, then only thing I'm getting is grey skies and a black moon.
I loved you from my skin to my bones, trying to runaway from the reality of your memories that have been planted in my mind, torture. The hallways of my soul still echo your name. The only sign of hope in me,is the ink I let ruin the paper with the words I'd say to you.

By: @OfentseTsie & @_Dvniel

Look for the clues..  They are all around!!  They will tell you of a world of your creation.. Of a world that has no rules at all..  Where the stars in the sky are made up of the memory of your memory..  At some point I finally find a clue..   It was in the pictures on the wall!!  They were all upside down.. I knew then this was a dream.. This was a world of mine..  

I go out into the night and look to the memory stars above..  I begin to float a few feet from the ground.. And then above the town.. Its so beautiful and calm from here.. All the lights of this town are lit by my memory of light.. There truly is no electricity here but just memory, memory of shine, memory of how a light looks to the eye that beholds it as the shadows run away from its glow..  

Floating quickly turns into flying.. As I begin to dive and rise toward the town and the creasent moon above..  I swear my stomach reacts to the g-forces I create from the memory of roller coasters..  Its then I rise above the clouds..  There is silence I cannot describe up there.. And when I truly listen I hear the hum of the the Earth itself. A melody, a song, a beautiful message that tells me there is no limit here.. I bolt through the clouds and over the dream oceans in my mind..  

There on the rocky shore I see an orange glow..  A window in the rocks..  There are others like me there.. Inside this dream chamber.. There is a flame that burns at the center of this room.. As I enter the winds begin to move the gold and silver sands on the wooden floors..  I see the flame and it calls to me..  I place my hand within it and it turns storm blue..  Its then I awake from this beautiful lucid dream!