regret.
i regret letting you in.

love will always start with illusion.
and i fell in love with
the mirage you displayed.
i told myself that
the person i fell in love with
was still there.
that is why i stuck around

for so long.

for so long i believed that you still loved me
as much as the sun loved the sky.
even when you said you didn’t,
even when your voice didn’t feel like

home.

home was late night conversations.
home was your laugh ringing in my ears.
but what was once the house we loved in,
it is now dominated by ghosts.

it has been 8 months.
i still

regret.
i regret letting you in.

life doesn't make sense
but you do.
i fight this war alone
but you are there.
i will continue to fight
as long as you stay.
i will doubt you
but you put me back in place.
i will always love you
but you will soon replace me.
i realize
you are an illusion;
lovely at first, until your eyes
adjust.
i see clearly now.

a new beginning starts here.
when we let the absence of words
sink in our skin and flow through
the red and blue veins.
to let silence become apart of us as a whole.
and to be ridden of awkward
and gently colored with tranquility.
when we are consumed with the most
heavenly stillness,
we appreciate the things
that normally don’t come to eye.

a new beginning starts here.
an interconnection manifested in the
deficiency of conversation.
it is an ambience that is better than any
formulation of sentences,
and our unspoken vowels and consonants
playfully roll around
in the quiet rest of the atmosphere;
it speaks louder than your steady heartbeat
and collected breathing.

there are two sides of you.
youdisplay
dilated eyes full of
intense admiration.
soft skin that glows like
a stars collision.
but they do not know
you cover up your blemishes.
your lips curve upwards;
red,
like the blood you bleed with.

there are two sides of you.
youhideaway
a wary heart broken like
the bonds you dream of.
a head full of pain dominated by
the ones you needed.
your sore and useless limbs;
you know you let them in.
an empty mind full of dead ends;
you know you let them win.