I am at war with myself
Questioning everything
Questioning love, life and death
I just want to sink myself into you
Sink myself into your soul
Disappear into love.
I have longed for a love we have in store
I am ready
Ready, for you to let me in.
Ready to love you.
I know I am crazy at times
I KNOW I can be rough
Never fear me dear
I am your gentle lion king
I am yours to mend or to break
But for now I stand still
Stand still, while I am passed up again and again again.

The sea has always had a way of taking our breathe away, yet you are not the sea but when I am with you I am breathless by the sea. When we set off into the sea of love, rising every morning with the sunshine of love and laying down every night to the lust of the moon light. I love you sea and I want to sail with you for the rest of our days.

Please stop and know that this goes further back than you can
It feels like I was born harboring this fear of empty boxes
But I know it didn't surface until after the night I first kissed you
They say you know you're in love when you kiss her
And you find her words buried deep in the back of your mouth
I found them crawling towards the tip of my tongue for months after you left
I remember when 4 am was spent holding you as you fell asleep
But its nothing like that now and I'm convinced nothing ever will be
The halls are turned inside out and all I can hear are these lamenting hymns
Each one painting a picture of our horrendous end
A car crash and a noose hanging from a tree with eyes too young for this
Somehow you escaped this place and I'm stuck here crawling through piles of broken glass
I don't know what took you away from me
But if I could stand before it I know that I wouldn't be able to still my hands
Not in the same way that I could still the breath in your lungs
I can't tell you how much it hurt when you told me you couldn't kiss me without smiling
Because I believed you even when your outline became blurred
Before disappearing altogether
*~W.C.

15 | 31 Poems for August

I’m slowly progressing but progressing nonetheless.
The worst thing I could do is give up on myself.
The worst thing I did this week was give up on myself.
Sometimes dreams delayed feel like dreams denied.
If you asked how I’m holding up and I responded by saying “I’m okay” then chances are I probably just lied.
Everyone’s caught up in their own world, if you don’t see me tomorrow then know that I tried.
I’m sorry I don’t want to bother or burden anyone with my problems.
I know you’ve never seen me cry but I can no longer hide all that I’m feeling inside.
Some people suffer in silence because of self-importance and a little bit of pride.
But that’s not me, I put my heart on paper and I let it all bleed.
But lately I’ve come to realise that not everyone likes to read.
So I ask myself, who am I writing all these resplendent poems to?