Is this my true emotions?
Or a facsimile
Of what I’m supposed to feel?
Don’t call this a con,
Until you see the accidental,
Unintentional falseties.
I flash expressions.
Hate, love, melancholy, mirth.
Don’t call me an actor,
Until you experience
The screen that is my face,
Sometimes a mirror,
Often a warped glass,
But never clear,
Never a window
To my true self
Underneath.

Oh, how I’m glad
To be born inside
Within my own body,
Instead of outside.
Here, my eyes can’t see
The flesh under my decor,
The scars below my shirt,
The soul beneath my body.

There’s something in the way she looks down at me
The way I see myself in her,
Reflected against her craters
Like the light of the sun.

There’s a certain peace to the way we feel
On this fog-like clear night
When the harsh sun is gone,
The day’s trials fade,
And those little stars reemerge.

My eyelids are heavy
But so are hers
We are here and together
And that’s all we can wish for
In this life of less,
We have more.

We all seek it
In desperate, desperate want
Or maybe need?
We find clues
And/or red-scaled fish
Where the dark meets the light
And the right meets the wrong.
There’s a treasure for everyone
If we only have the strength
Or maybe weakness?
To search for it
Through wide and narrow
And shallow and deep.
We’ll find risk there
And emotions too
Or maybe our heart,
Long-lost and homesick?
Danger darkens there
But always brightens
On the light of hope.
Whatever we find
We are thankful for.
But the guardian who watches over
Marking places and keeping time
Will mark our lives
And keep our souls
Deep within the dusky depths.

My wide eyes used to broil bright with thoughts and dreams of success.

Now my narrow eyes glare, coated in soot and ash of poor ideals.

If you had a choice,
Between hot or cold,
Which would you choose?

Wild heat and fierce rage
Burning like the sun above
And the hell below
Uncontrolled, ferocious
Nothing but danger

Or calculated cold and sly anger
Freezing the earth into glaciers
Then melting to extend the pain
Every move is planned
Nothing but revenge

Heat is infinitely more deadly
Consuming all in its path
In a wild terror of rage
After heat comes regret
Looking back to see only sorrow

But cold is infinitely more painful
Agony the language it speaks
In a tongue of steel and hatred
After cold comes nothing
Looking ahead to see only peace.

I see you.
In every glimpse of a hope.
Your face echoes everywhere, your voice reflects on all.
Everything I say is because of your words.
Everything I do is because of your actions.
Everything I feel is because of your touch.
Everything I am is the effect of you.
I see you, hear you, feel you everywhere.
I want to carve you from my skin. Bleach you from my hair.
Burn you from my clothes.
But I still miss you.
Your words, your actions, your touch.
I long for your broken glass.