words fall through me, fool me
into something larger than your shallow breathes
against my collarbones at four in the afternoon.
we are craters, creating something
more wholesome than a smile or the five o'clock news,
and i'm new here
but i felt the pulse in your wrist when you said good morning
and i'm mourning the thickness of the cranium
you're melting away
and i'm tired of your limp fingers
and your tangled hair
i need something more than your mouth
and a quiet shadow.

I'm aware of what
I'm falling into
but no it won't
minimize the impact.

I understand you're the type
that needs constant attention
but I don't see myself
having that much time.

I believed that slowly
you made me fall
because after some time
I found myself quite happy.

I realize I loved you
because I know I would
walk through hell
just to see you smile.

I promised myself
I wouldn't get hurt
because you were the type
to love, leave and break.

I stopped myself
from smiling like an idiot
when you hugged me
and kissed my hair.

I trusted you
with my dearest secrets
and no, you did not
let me down.

I dearly loved
the smallest things you do,
your smile, your laugh
and your personality too.

I remember that day
you bought me Oreos
was the same day
I stopped guarding my heart.

My happiness, my life
my other half,
if you ever break me,
at least make it last.

Because truly
the only person
I want to hurt me
is you.

W.H.Y~

A burning star went out last night,
While I paced across the floor-
For, nothing casts as bright a light
As that which is no more.

I saw it flicker distantly,
Across the tortured skies,
Lamenting it's torment, patiently
Because passion yearns demise.

And now, as its reflection wanes
With the subtle, indifferent moon,
Rays pour through my windowpane
To announce its emerging doom.

Oh, fragile beams, you're not alone:
The world is too at bay,
As you beat against the night- unknown,
For, your splendor casts decay.

Yes, I've seen the sun set many nights,
And held my head to sea,
But never felt a greater fright
Than the light quivering in me.

the poem is just a con.
i want you for my one.
read aloud to takemeintoyou,
taboo, taboo, taboo, taboo

the *** is just an act.
this way, that  --relax.
cry aloud and takeitintoyou,
taboo taboo taboo  taboo

this game is all we have.
make it as it is.
write out loud and shout about
taboo taboo and more taboo

that war is just a fact.
we take it, make it something else.
speak out now, or never feel allowed
taboo taboo your own taboo

I stare into non-existence

Taking breaks from existence

Restoring my resistance

So to come back substantially fit

To feed my realism

I'm thinking of making it cheery
Jovial in disguise
In one's high spirit
Like the lucky one
From her merriest heart