Sensitivity is negative
Or at least that’s what they say
Sadness, anger, love
Must be hidden away

Buried deep between the lines
Emotions must stay
For the world is not ready
Leave your feelings at bay

I am closed
My heart, barricaded
Molded together by unequivocal fear and total agony
It lies in bleak solitude
Pulsating with every emotion,
Yet left it it's cage, utterly dissatisfied
There are times when my heart can hear
It can hear the beckoning call of my suitor,
Begging this troubled heart to mend his pain
At times, it might understand the misery
Though, it is reminded readily,
That these walls are not meant for destruction
That these walls, shall instead last a lifetime

My heart cannot fix you,
My heart cannot fix this
It is unable to mend your wounds,
As mine have yet to heal

There are days when I curse God for giving me these feelings
All feelings,
Both pleasant and dreadful
It seems they cut deeper than most
That these emotions are somehow "more than"
I wonder why it is
Why am I beckoned to feel so much
Why does the person next to me seem to feel so little
Sensitivity and empathy combine to form self destruction
The worst part?
I feel it happening.

I look to the stars
In moments of weakness,
Or serenity
The stars share their wisdom,
Their delicacy
Those that recognize this
They seek the beauty in the darkness
Flourish in the moonlight,
Bask in the wonder

So each night,
I look to the stars,
And they help guide me home.

I wished to explore all parts of you,
The gentle sway of your torso
The ***** words falling from your lips
I was inspired by your movement,
The profanity

It was a romance between millennials,
One fueled by intoxication and lust
Sparked by passion
Ignited by jealousy

We might even share words,
Stories of our past
Hopes for the future
But they'll always be just that

These moments won't last
Youth and spontaneity comes with a price
A price we must pay,
And a love we must sacrifice.

The memory of you is engraved in my mind
Your tender touch
Your faded smile
The thought of you seeps deeper into the hole in my heart
I find myself longing for your kiss towards the close of my night
I wait up
Thinking,
Dreaming you will knock on my door
Realizing the love we could have together,
The life we could have together

I know it is wasteful to think in this way,
To think of you
But every time I do
I pray someday,
Someone
Will love me the way I could have loved you.

Darkness brings demons for everyone
A threatening shadow in the corner of a room,
Faint, distant noises from an old decrepit home
The incessant cry of a child,
Steady whimper of a widower
All-consuming thoughts of anxiousness and worry
The unknown
Such demons leave darkness as the adversary
But what if darkness,
It's demons
Was truly heavenly light escaping brutal reality