You never gave me a second thought.
I know that.
Meanwhile, I can't stop writing about you
in the emptiest moments of the night,
when nothing else tortures me more.
You have no idea
what you've unlocked inside of me.
You can't possibly know
what you've done.
I'm burning down to ashes
and I'm coming back to life every time.
You were my first fire.
You didn't care if I'd revive.

I could never doubt my soul
under a clear night sky;
not when stars are calling my name,
not when the moon watches over me
motherly.
I belong to them and the dark
and to light, piercing thick pitch.

I must be benighted,
for nothing engulfs me
quite like the night sky.
I must be a cosmic creature,
for nothing empowers me
quite like the sight of stars.
I must be out of this world,
for nothing feels familiar
quite like the moon.

Should I dare
Should I dare
Should I dare break through,
shatter glass
fall apart
awake brand new?

Should I risk
Should I risk
Should I give my soul,
carelessly
hopefully
show my all?

Should I dare
Should I risk
I shall fall.
Should I not,
**** my soul,
don't let it crawl.

I tried my best to breathe in words,
to cry out ink,
to float like paper.
I spilled my blood
for a bit of passion,
for a bit of essence.
All I've done is rip out pages,
drain my soul
and bring about ghosts.
Perhaps I've lost my calling.
I might've lost it all.

Trying not to tumble and crush,
I give my all
to walk this thin line
between madness and balance,
between ill and sane.
Most days,
I want to spread my arms
and let strong winds
drag me to the ground.
One day,
I'll shut my eyes
and let myself go.

Mutters, mutters, mutters.
Oh, where are my words?
What hiding have they found
when I need them the most?
My mouth moves in vain,
my eyes roll aimlessly;
I have become half dead,
I stroll around carelessly.
May my poor soul revive,
May my gaze once again rise,
May I find parts of me
that I have lost down the line.