Your expression about generality is not expression about me
I shouldn't have asked...its not about me.
I cant feel anything else in or for this life.
this life must be for someone else.

Else,your hands aren't holding my hands..they are just  holding.
your days are not about me they are just filled by me.
this life is for someone else.
your life is not about me.

Me, I have felt sadness for so long now
I hate this lonely life
I am a flower on the wall
this life is not about me
I am the wallflower

wallflower,I have blended in.
I can see i am not
this life must be for someone else
someone else can have this life...
my life.

Eruption
My veins ,a highway on fire
Molten blood racing through them
I am boiling over into nothingness
Hissing and seething I am longing to cry out,to scream
Isolation churning up to freedom
Erupting
Snapping embers igniting history
Scorching memories in the wake
I am boiling over into nothingness
Smothered by thick hot ash chocking the air
Once heat now impenetrable rock
                     Erupted
                  I am nothing

Your lips on mine are similar to ice cold air piercing my flesh.
Your touch is equal to unfamiliar gravity weighing down, urging me to recoil.
Your words miss the mark swirling around me unheard, unwanted.
You are nothing to me now but crushing.
You are nobody.
I am crushed.

Time remains negligent to desire and necessity, tumbling away, thieving choice.
Absence and plea linger in the vastness formerly home to love and anticipation.
Torment lurks, prowling, creeping, and waiting. Its talons prodding.  
Sickness twists and churns at the mess that has become my core.
Anguished reflections of life or revelation in this infertile void
Fraught inaudible cries like howling winds unable to spin out.
Amassed coveted control.  Now Impotent.  Wasted.
Futility absorbed by unventilated internal infernos.
Pleading for relief that is not to be.
I remain. Barren.

It begins
Its blowing in from electric wind.
The smell.
Your  fingers , they taste.
The wind,It remembers.
Wrapped  in familiar by it .
Tucked  away the memories explode.
My heart , its exposed again.
It takes precious healed moments
time lifted on scented memories
blood rushing waves of stone
It surrounds me.
Its familiar.
Its  you ...Always, it is you.

What I remember is losing you
Like a limb removed I am less
Gutted fight for oxygen
How will I breathe?

Locked in the blue  pools above me.
Like waves I am  moving under .
Each  hot movement gasping for air.
How will I breathe?

Trailing fingers trace paths to the past.
Aged ink building over time.
Travels deplete precious breath.
How will I breathe?

Your breath is on my lips .
I hear you whisper.
Without you, how will I breathe?

I cant seem to get close enough to you
                     Comforting
I want to be in your  electric skin
                     Satisfaction
Pulsating life running through you
                           In
I want to feel around me , the way I feel around you
                         Your
   How can I get close enough to you
                         Skin
          I need to be your skin