The stars pale in the distance
Hail emerges and the night listens
As soon as the sun comes out
My wait will end

The blue ceiling is on fire
Hail is scarce at this time of the year
Dust over desire
Time is lost to the tears, I won't lie

The trees whiten under the pale moon
The rising dawn is awaiting its turn
I too wait
As skies take me from my feet, illuminating me

Seasons change and time is endless
With these wings, I will circle the trees
The wait continues
For once I look at the night as it does at me

I wrote your name
on a piece of paper
traced all the letters
and spelled all the pain
I kept buried deep within.

Perhaps I must send you
a letter today
and be it a reminder
of how cupid once
pulled an arrow
for you and me

ten years ago

on a sunny
Valentine's day.

There was silence there,
papered over with effort.
I think you have a
person-sized hole
in your life
to fill.
I have a person-sized wound
to overcome.
It won’t be overcome
by a silence,
papered over with effort.

my heart aches
literally and figuratively
i want to tell you
but you are too busy
ignoring me

if you find comfort in your bed
then by all means, lay in it

but keep an eye on the thoughts in your head
try not to dwell, try not to form a habit

it just may break you

everything i couldn't be
things i shouldn'tve done
disappointment swells in your eyes
as you hiss at what i've become
sorry for who i ended up being
for not being enough to make you love me
the guilt has eaten through my anger
away is where i'll keep running

I wanted you to hurt me,
So I could ache in the way that you do.
Hurting was a way I could breathe,
Settle down and be myself again.
A constant in my life,
A craving...
Not even drugs held the same satisfaction as pain.