As long as the stars return to your eyes
Ill follow you to sun down
I'll walk with you to eternity
And make the heavens regret ever questioning us

I kept hush of the trappings of your watered down spirit so their ears would not bear the burning news. The flickers of innocence flashed its teeth as we wrapped our pinkies around eachother for the last time and promised to not let go. Four days after you walked, I laid my soul for eyes to greive upon, for hungry dogs to ravage my remains, slobbering like there wasnt enough on their plate to fill their expanding appetite. I wonder if on the walk back home you saw a daisy and thought of how you let that promise become as spoiled as my remains. I wonder if you plucked it, held it, and said how ravishing it looked, only to leave it with pulled roots.

People who ache to escape from our reality, wont be the ones to listen to our reason or logic.

Your love was honeysuckle sprouts growing with every breath I took. My tears kept them flourishing until they were sprawled up my insides, clogging my throat not being able to decipher the 'I Love You's from the screams. Quickly the vines overgrew and spilled out my mouth as messy as the poems, forgetting what it was to feel empty.

Ill always be present with you, just not here. Not now. Goodbyes are a foreign language that sound familar but I'll never be able to speak. The rushed last breath after I meet your eyes for the last time. I close the door behind me and face outwards. "Goodbye," I whisper. "And thank you for teaching me I have a voice".

Down with the liars and sinners, Praise be the honest few left, Gone but not lost to the demons in their heads

And for your love I'd skip through oceans and sing the sea foam lullabies. For they themselves know your love, unforgiving and harsh in its beauty. One of a love that I'd beg for mercy, I wouldnt do it any other way. Your waves engulfing me in love and taking away my breath.

I dont know if I believe in a God. I just need something to believe in. Because you left and took with you everything I thought I knew.

She is the one your gaze
is kept for
:
I am the one your hands
are left for

I dont need to be seen, just heard. By anyone.

And the Universe sighed. "This too you shall revieve as a blessing, all in time, my dear."

One measly lie will taint the taste of truth in my mouth for lifetimes to come.

"Did you steal the last cookie from the jar? Be honest with me."
I questioned him
He shook his head and said "I didn't, I promise" with the crumbs still lining his teeth.

The only guaranteed thing you'll ever have in life is choices.

For now I am you, and You are I, we will both collide into the sky.

Gone forever are the days of our youth, only are we corralled towards the now, yet living in our yesterday.

I open up and let the light creak out, for your eyes are not blind and your heart is still beating. So why does your breath stay still? Are you not in awe of a mythical woman willing to invite you in? Oh, What a shame, what a shame.

Night has fallen around my feet like wilting petals off of dead roses. Surrounded by the void. Captivated my eyes- staring into the nothingness, as the nothingness stares into me. I think it recognizes me. It might dare to even call me friend.

Its okay to walk someone home, just make sure you know the way back.

Friendship is a playground. Monkey bars and Slides. Swings and See-Saws. Slung arms around necks and giggles echoing throughout plastic tunnels. Climbing up, up, up- only to hurt yourself falling down. Sometimes there will be the same slung arm around your neck to carry you to help. Sometimes you lay on the ground for minutes that feel like hours and wonder if no one saw you fall, or maybe everyone else just decided to go home instead. Sometimes you look at an empty playground and see an abandoned circus with joy that use to be there only to be lost, nothing but a memory to the metal toys that once held everyone I have loved. Every piece still in its place but frozen in its child-like wonder.

And the boys see your tears as nectar. Flocking, not seeing the cyanide flowing from your eyes, wanting to be the savior. They’ll never be the anecdote, but, after all, a savior isn’t needed, just wanted.

You demanded me to rip a bandaid off an open wound while it was still bleeding. Blood soaked and dried, stuck to my body, staining my curtains, clothes, pillows. Not even being able to lay my head down without being reminded of blood spilt without a shield to save myself from the pestilence the world holds. Rotten, stiff air infecting us all slowly.

Blue Eyes
Blank Stare
Doesnt want me
Doesnt care
Says I love you
Doesnt show
When its over
He will go

I pour every last drop into you,
I have nothing to myself
     But an empty glass.
And if you asked,
     That'd be yours too.

My ***** is stuck in my throat
Hair stuck in its bun
Is it always going to feel like this?
Late nights ending in ****** throats and ripped out hair, begging, pleading with the world to stand still.

Everything has lead to you
Time and time of passing glances
Coincidences aren't a fairytale
But they lead me to mine
And you, my prince, are the only one who has made me believe in fate

How am I suppose to convince myself that a lifetime with you is enough? How am I suppose to convince you that a moment with you is too little? If eternity was a promise, Id make it. If yesterday was a free pass, Id let go of it all. I see clocks in your eyes, they're stuck on midnight, perpetually starlight. Im high on my hopes, seeing crazy things. Things like our next life together.

You can't escape the pain so learn to become a fire eater, swallow the flames, force them down your fragile frame. Breathe the smoke, clogging its way up your throat. Burn from the inside out.

And the thought of her stains my mind, she's like the muse youve been looking to find.  And to her- I cannot compare, the beautiful girl with flowers in her hair.

I was always more scared of being abandoned than I was of being destroyed.

And that which coats my lungs, holds tight my throat. Begging me to go limp and surrender. But tomorrow will be sun. Tomorrow will be day. And I will no longer have to battle this fear alone.

As you leave, please remember who eased the pain for you to let go.

I abandoned all of me to make room for you, and at the end of it all, I lost you too.

She's on your tongue. She's on your mind. If you were mine, She would die.

If loose lips sink ships then your mouth must be a graveyard.

What a relief it'd be, to fall asleep in the sea, and my lungs would fill up, with watery debris, so no more could you hear, my deafening pleas, and goodbye it would be, or God so help me.

This love is ours,
I hope to be a greenhouse
Our love growing and dancing in the sunlight
We will keep this love safe
We will not only be preserved, but we will flourish

Once the seed of doubt is planted, it takes over the garden, infecting healthy roots and making them docile and weak, unable to stand when the wind gets tough.

Half full is our glass
Easily cracked but not easily broken
Id consume you but then
Nothing would be left to show
Half full and no place to go

Gone are the fears of being alive, you watered this small, malnourished maple for years now and it has become a great example of living.

Heartbeat reborn out of fear. Heavy thump in my chest like a lead metronome. Keeping time to your footsteps as you walk out the door. I would rather die than watch you leave. Yet here I am, staring at you, frozen in fear. My coffin lined mouth shrill, asking you to not go.

Goodbye. A word that haunts. Echos through the dark and paralyzes me with fear, enough to tremble and shake similar to the way a weak hand grasps for months, clutching onto life. When you leave, how do you suppose you hear me. I shout and scream into the cemetery of everything that once was. The lesson of a lifetime is say goodbye early. Say goodbye to the possibility of departure and leave before they leave first. Thats how you say goodbye to a ghost, in a way that will haunt them to their grave.

I do not know how to not spiral. I don't know how to catch myself when I fall. I don't know how to put up my hands and make the darkness turn to light. I don't know how to sleep when tonight won't strike 12. I can wait, but then I sit. Waiting for the moon to tell me that it will be the last thing I see and it will be beautiful. But what if I cant bring myself to believe it? What if 12 never comes? What if it never leaves? What if Im stuck there? What if theres just always another 12 to wait for in the inevitable tomorrow? What if I dont make it there?

Give my heart wings and a malleable mind and to you, my sun, I will always find. A compass through the dawn, a ring for the rest, when you are gone, Ill remember the beat of your chest. Burn up slow, call it passion or desire, ashes through the air, my love for you is like playing with fire.

If the rain doesn't hit my feet, how do I know it's real? If the fire isn't heating my skin, how do I know if it hurts? If the bombs aren't blowing smoke, how do I know that I'm suffocating. Why do I learn when it's too late, when I'm already caught in the crossfire.

Why does "I love you" fit like a puzzle in my mouth? I think I'm missing the last piece of you. I'll ready the rest for when it's found.