There is nothing poetic about it,
For once,
I just want to love you.

We cannot write silence.
The beats.
The pause.
The breath.
The way it aches
and persists

and begs that,

if only for a moment,

our consciousness is only a whisper.
our bodies,
our lips,
the air that passes through falling chests
and stillness.

A melody of emotion.
Sleeping in the quiet of a heartbeat skipped
a word lost to the wind.

The wickedness of reticence
Encapsulated in air and time.

The moment stretched too long.
Hesitation perpetuated in the grip of fingernails
pressed into palms.

We cannot write silence,
but we can try.

to find a way to immortalize emotion
to create space
in the ceaseless drone of words that speak and spin.

I cannot write silence. But I can write
tears and years
and the burn of long-stretched lies.

I can write goodbyes and hellos
And dozen ways to say
I love to hate you
Or
I hate to love you
and sometimes
I cannot tell the difference.
Silence.
The space I have upheld for myself.

I love to hate you
Heart.

I hate to love you too.

I cannot write silence.
But I know it.
and I have held it in my hand.

Trap me in your words again,paint your heart out on the canvas of my attention,
I'll be an empty night sky,darling light me up with your constellations ,
Grace my ears with your voice,
Create the greatest symphonies with just your whispers,
Your heartbeat alone becomes my favorite ballad.
Honey let's write our stories in each others smiles,
Our signatures in each others breaths,
Grab my hand and exist with me.

You found me at the right moment, I wasn't at my highest nor lowest,
I was just.
Just close to summing up life as a change of days,
Thinking maturity is appreciating when the days are not gray.
Then you showed up,
No,you made yourself known, you were always there.
You taught me maturity is accepting both sides of the coin,
And wisdom is knowing that the coin didn't make itself.

Write the bad things out,
Bleed the hurt through your pen,
Make straight your crooked hope,
Trap your demons in your words,
Exhale your fears through your handwriting,
Lock your pain in the margins of your book,
Erase your errors out,
Cancel out your mistakes,
Its your life..
Write it as you can.

I love you in the strangest ways,
I love you with my tears so that every time I cry they'll be thick with affection for you,every drop bigger than the last.
I love you with my fears because I can never overcome them.
I love you with my weaknesses for they are always echoing in my head.
I love you with my grief,as weird as it sounds my grief shapes me.
I love you with my sorrows for they are plenty.
I love you with the darkest part of me for it forever haunts me.
I love you with my pain,my deepest agony,because pain is the largest component of my being and so is your love.

The blood moon rises,
the sky is painted red,
Its the day our demons are fed.
The stars cower and hide behind,
afraid of the sight of temporary demise.

The blood moon rises,
havoc is reborn,
let every offspring of peace mourn,
as peace itself is swallowed till the day dawns.

The clouds are stabbed till they bleed,
Its time...
let the demons feed.
The light is traded as a pawn,our brothers and sisters become foes,
drinking each other dry till one of them falls.

Cry out!
You can't tell enemy from friend,
they are one and the same.

Skin me alive,
peel away this fear from my flesh,
expose my insides to the volatile air,
let me drip out the lies I've ****** in.


Write my stories from my pain-filled wails,
pick out the truth from the layers I've shed off,
record the gut wrenching sound as my born breaks.

Let the demons dance to the music of pain,
let their fangs bare when I fall,helpless,
let them pounce when I lie motionless,
For its the day of the blood moon,
I have to die before am reborn.