Hours become days
days become years

Like the flickering candle in the wind
Thoughts pop up from deep within.
Panic the soul feels
maybe never again to see

So distant and close so near and far
Never within the arms to hold
Never to feel the coolness of your breath
Never to hear the pounding  of your heart
Never the flushing and the rushing

Craziness that you asked to be defined........cant fully tho

I am my flower's little one
The petals of she float
Reflect the silver lining
Of a lonely moon.

I am this flower's soft breeze
The petals of she shiver and shrink
Fly in the air
And go back to God

She goes back to God
And never to me.


-- Eleanor Rigby

other people like to pretend that airplanes are shooting stars in the night sky, destined to fulfill wishes as they dance about the air.

as for me, i like to imagine that stars are airplanes suspended in time, frozen in travel, bound for a place across the expanse of the atmosphere.

more than anything, you're either the airplanes or the stars to me.

I AM

NOT

AN

INSOMNIAC,

I'VE

GOT

MUCH

LARGER

ISSUE,

LIFE !!

Two weeks ago I left you,
Because I had fallen in love with the idea of a man.
It took so much courage,
And last night wasn't part of my plan.

You see the day after I left you,
I found out she was already in your bed,
Making me angry,
The darkness filling my head.

And then to my dismay I found out,
It hasn't been just the past two weeks,
But throughout our relationship,
Making me weak.

I snapped last night,
and you saw the side I didn't want you to see,
After three amazing years,
I was the person I never wanted to be.

I smashed your phone to the ground,
As I punched you in the head,
Threw your laundry into the street,
Mostly just the stuff from your bed.

What I've done to you is nothing compared to this,
Not even thinking of the man in my head,
For all he really is,  is a dark thought you see,
But you're already too busy with her in your bed.