If my love for you is a lie,

I am prepared to lie until the end of time

You ask for love but hate yourself

You anger when I try to help

You say you love me and I love you too,

Yet you call me a liar when I show you truth

An act of kindness you call a ruse,

yet you cannot quit yourself abuse



maybe

I should learn to love myself.

you were the morning's sun rising

with such passion and confidence,

but every night you would be undone

behind your lonely picket fence

I know what that feels like now

the feeling of everything getting taken

away your light, your love, your dreams under the plow

because now you don't dance you just sway

and throughout the air there is an shallow murmur

it fills the trees the ocean the wind

and at night you walk out of each day like it's the end

but instead of turning a page in your book

you're erasing your words and redoing their look

over and over and over again

the darkness chains you down, sure

but the light is what pulls you in

The wind is like

A velvety gloved finger tracing the sharpness of my chin.

It freezes lips shut, chills even teeth, and eats away at soft skin.

It is an earthworm burrowing into my throat, breathing life from within.

The wind is like

A spider's web, nearly invisible, yet strong as steel.

It catches stray objects viciously for its next meal.

It is the spider, swallowing it hole, trapping it and drowning out the squeals.

The ocean is like

damp hands around my waist, hugging me in deeper, about to close.

It fills lungs, separates hands, and drips off mauve fingers and toes.

It is a caterpillar making a cocoon, after days of violence it unfolds and slows.

The ocean is like

young children playing in their mind's palace

Despite tears, screams, and fights, the sea churns her own way, like Alice.

Through the glass she looks, even in the calmest folds one wave can turn it to malice.                                         

Forests are like

thumbs pressing on innocent skin; inhale the euphoric waves you find out of the norm.

It opens curious eyes, falls onto roofs, and guides the wind with uniform

It is two otters, protecting the waters, and holding hands during the storm.

Forests are like 

a swarm of bees, completing their tasks with haste.

the energy attracted by sweet smell and sugar taste.

But I warn you that orchids deceive; they have no benefits, but their smell laced.

My dear friend,

Together we explored verdant land;

We have sailed the seven seas.

Without you I would have never touched the soft sand;

I would have never kissed the welcoming breeze.



My dear friend,

Together we wrote an extravagant tale

And before the last drop of ink falls from my pen

I hope you know I searched for you between these pages with no avail.

I will whisper you stories in the night until I see you again.



My dear friend,

I have decided that instead of letting your leave

Fog my brain and destroy my hope,

I will smile because of the memories; I will not grieve.

I will embrace happiness and learn her ropes.



My dear friend,

There is a time when you realize that you have to let go.

A piece of my heart will always be with you,

but I have to let myself grow.

For now, we bid adieu.

You were the early sun,

You rose with passion and profound confidence; you had just begun.

You were the afternoon breeze,

You were and welcoming, like fingers through hair; you made everyone feel at ease.

You were the hurricane's rain,

You spat on the ground and listened to no one; the middle calm but with vain.

You were the tornado's thunder,

You were bold and illuminated everything around you; you lingered with a gaze of wonder.

You were the sunset's close,

You folded neatly into place; the last fallen petal on a rose.

You were the midnight's dance,

You were quiet but alluring; you swallowed minds with one glance.

You were the moon's smile,

You helped people move on, but you were stuck in denial.

Hollow frost bites the flesh,

pink and swollen.

it stings the air;

bodiless ice rots.

Porcelain blood drips

off my finger tips,

drowning my ideas 

in melancholy hail.

I reach into my chest,

pulling out my spine;

I fall helplessly

into the frozen ocean,

its soft foam coating my lungs.

Icicles follow my footsteps,

the clouds have frozen in place.

I watch myself suffocate,

licking my teeth dry;

my eyes unable to close.

All my life

I have been moved from house to house.

They have felt like home 

for a couple weeks.

But there's always that 

longing feeling that I don't belong.

All my life

I have been given materialistic items.

They brought me joy

for a couple of days.

But there's always that

realization that they can be replaced.

All my life

I have been given empathetic smiles.

Like somehow they

will make me feel better,

But there's always that

one look of pity that kills me.

All my life

I have been surrounded by harsh words.

They have reminded me of him

every single day,

But I have noticed that

they will never fill the void he made.