A joint effort gives love a bad rep
Making it even harder to take the next step
At first it feels golden
Romanticizing like days of olden
But everything withers eventually
Like the autumn leaves of a summer lily
Also like the summer lily
Love grows again with time
Sprouting again if you wait patiently
That is what I hope to remind
To myself and others
Take your time

Feeling at the top of the world
Like a deity on steroids
Dancing in the night as flames twirl
Putting on a show worthy of tabloids
…
A villainess is what they call her
As the world burns down
All from her cigar
The color red, she painted the town
…
Cutting down enemies like weeds
Torn from her garden as deserved
She will plant new seeds
Her cruel justice served
…
She’s not evil
Not in her eyes
But she’s the devil
A demon in disguise
…
Her crimson gown flows
As red as the blood she spills
Her ego grows
As she sits upon the throne she steals
…
Who will stop this crisis?
Put an end to this madness
But no
There is no match
For our Villainess

I sit in her room
Her favorite incense burning
Reading her poems for a sign
…
I sit in her room
My mothers cries ringing
We never got to say good bye
…
She went somewhere
A place without me
The emptiness too hard to bare
The music disappeared
…
We’ll be in denial for a little while
Her room untouched
The feeling rises bile
All of it being too much
…
I miss her
Does she miss me too?
…
My sister…
I love you

I speak
But I make no sound
Silence at its peak
For everyone around
…
The sounds I make
Rendered useless
The time I take
Time he abuses
…
I wait
Behind that screen
While he plays games
Maybe I’ll clean
…
Hours on the phone
But no words shared
Only his voice
My time I’ve sparred
…
I hang up
After a while
I get a cup
One of chamomile
…
The headache I have
Caused by silence
I would laugh
But it’s fallen on deaf ears
…
My mother does jest
Me and him live in different worlds
Maybe it’d be best
If I said those ****** five words
…

Did you hear that?
The anger of a heart
Ignored and made jest
Picked and take apart
Thumping painfully in their chest
…
A laughing stock
Forgotten in the family
Overlooked
Unseen
Unheard
…
Silenced

The setting sun paints colors on the clouds
Night is coming
The birds’ sweet chirps calm with other sounds
Night is coming
The moon rises with the days end
Night is coming
Dreams arrive with music’s soft ascend
Night is here

Food never satisfies it
Like a monster in my body
It hates eating
But it’s always hungry
…
“Just eat”
I can’t
“Stop being ungrateful”
I’m not
It hurts
It wants something
What is it
What will make it stop
“Human.”
It tells me
No.
I won’t.
A sharp pain shoots through me
“Eat.”
…
It’s hungry