I'm feeling crazy
I miss you
where have you been

dear my friend
I think I'm feeling some way
I think I'm avoiding it
I swallow the feelings down

but
the butterflies I keep coughing up
they keep coming out

I don't feel safe
dear my friend
I hate you
this is all my fault
why do I love you so much
when did I love you this much

where are you now
are you okay
tell me is there anything you can say
I feel worse when you don't

I just want to sleep
I want to dream of you in my arms

dear my friend
this is my fault
don't ever come back

Be,
As a love
Whom together,
Discovers
The art of sin

Ask,
Not of the wrongs
Nor rights
But,
If the sweet cherry
Seeps or flows

Approach,
A figure, yet
Merely a reflection
In fruits,
Not leaves

Gaze,
Vanilla cream
Opposing,
One robust
In darkness
And desire

Fuse,
The sensation
Of honey dancing
Upon buds,
Of taste

Addiction,
The willingness
To enable,
The expedition
And art of sin

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

I've got things to say
look away
writing
pens and pencils
don't look in
tear a page
unopened letters
I hate
I've got things to say
forgotten memories
lost melodies
jumping tales
go outside
hide
find the darkest corner
and cry
echo out your sorrows
tell me why
I've got things to say
I will never say

let me spill my guts
swallow it

can I tell you
everything

can I tell you
nothing

cut me open

eat my words

feed me your daydreams

I just want to tell you

let me have all the control

don't think
let me think for you

spilling my guts

running away

One moment the waters are calm
And the next, you are weathering the storm
The unpredictability of life
May differ from the norm
Another moment you may see darkness
And the next, the sun will shine
It is up to you to push those clouds away
In order to keep everything in line