i tried to write about how
the flowers craved the warmth
from the sun,
but somehow i ended up
writing about
you

to me, the world doesn't
spin in your absence,
and when you leave
the sky becomes just a
little bit darker

your voice would, always,
be my favorite soundtrack
i hope you never fall,
you never feel pain

you are an addiction,
i'm afraid too much of you
would be an
unhealthy overdose

i hope you never think of me
as much as i think
about waking up
next to you at 3am

Gasp,
as her serpent body slides around
your torso, tighter.
She slithers down your throat,
and makes a home in your heart.
Introductions to
greed and gluttony
aren't needed,
you are old friends

turn away and don't acknowledge their presents

Lost
in the fingers of the forest
tangled,
in the darkness
Let the world provide the path.

Grab the darkness.
Pull on the blanket
dusted with sparkles.
Clothe yourself in her gowns.

Chanting,
in the backdrop
that paper is the only green
tangible.
Too much is,
impossible.

We are wallpapered
in green.
She spreads on leaf sheets,
And cleanses us with gold showers.

Fill your thirst
with her salty tears.
Cup your hands
and catch them,
they are here for you.
A letter,
addressed to the soil each time,
to remind us,
that we are not alone
but lonely.

She shares her sadness
Caused by the blindness
to her generosity.

Dive deeper,
As the venom voices
begin to drown out,
lost in the waves
of the tree trunks tracks.
Slip your body under the silence,
drown your lungs
let your ears fill,
don't panic
rest here.

Insanity

Such a long road
A road with many
Inhabitants.

Naught but a thin
Path separates
Boundaries of the
Sane and insane.

Forever lost
To us are the
Sane ones across
The narrow path.

Sanity