something unspoken
always lingers between us
maybe its my conscience or maybe its
just fear
that the falling will never end
that one day
i’ll love you with
eyes open, reckless abandon
that playing with fire
will get me burned
where’s my shame, my
willingness
to repent
my heart should not be bursting
with all of the ways
i wish i could love you in

i think a part of me is always
drifting off, wispy breaths of
cloud and sky

the deeply held yearning for
some kind of  
permanence
overtakes my sense of self

crafted with
such fear and hope and care
and still
so fragile

when your mind runs free
does it ever land on
me
i wonder
is the devil ever haunted
by the souls
he ruined;
i sincerely hope he
is, but i wouldnt hold
my breath
waiting for
some kind of
cruel justice

i’m constantly mourning
for who i used to be
i’ve shedded all these layers
and now i have
no one left

they call it growth
but growth is supposed to be
fulfilling
it’s supposed to mend
all my broken pieces

instead i feel empty
with loud vacant spaces
occupying what used to be alive

take me back
i’d do everything different