veins like vines,
trees like tombs,
pain like pines,
breeze like breath.
nature is you and
nature is i.

"It hurts."





            "Do you want me to stop?"









                             "No."

*******.
******* for not caring about me half as much as I care about you.
I'm becoming a cliché here,
and I know how much you hate those,
but you're my entire ******* universe.
and it hurts so much every time you choose her over me.
but I realize now that I'm not your priority.
I never was and I never will be.

If the bud of the rose soon
Dries and dies apart on the ground
Is it better to clip it at the source?
Or is it better to bloom unbound?

Nothingness hugs me
Nothingness puts me to sleep
Nothingness understands me
Nothingness lets me weep
Nothingness is my enemy
Nothingness is my everything
Nothingness isn't you
Nothingness is always me.