How torturous it is
To see the soul,
To know the soul,
But to also come to terms
With the human attached.

I am never loved
Safely.

There are always conditions upon conditions and expectations that never end.

And there is always at the end of every relationship and every friendship I've ever had,

"You're just too much."

Well ****** take yourself out of my life if you were too pathetic and weak to keep up.

Too scared of the booming thunder..
You cowards.

Pack your bags if you're not ready
To live in the wilderness
Of a mystic's heart
And let her rain beat down
Upon your bare naked skin.

Don't come to me expectating rainbows.

I am ******* darkness
With a fury buried so deep inside
From the constant rejections.

My grief and heartbreak
Have no qualms about
Striking you where you stand
With my raging lightning
And a scream that crackles
Against the sky.

He's so narcissistic
He can't even see how
Much damage he has done
Because his weak, petty soul
Would crumble under such
Sinful destruction.

It's a lot more fun to dream of

things that are impossible than it is

to think of things that are.

I see people's eyes that don't fully see me.

I'm looking for the true you

But most would rather hide.

The windows to my soul are open wide

But you are either choosing not to look

Or you are rather blind.

I try to see you

But you close your eyes.

My soul

Couldn't yearn loud enough

For you to hear me.

Knowing death is inevitable
Is fine
Until I looked at you and thought,

*This life will one day lead
to a goodbye with an unknown
destination.