where the river pours out into the ocean
and the forest is no longer sparse

blood when it rushes to my cheeks
when our fingertips meet
and my eyes are wet
you don't see
i'm not beautiful on my own
you sustain

Inhale oxygen exhale sadness in this room around me.
Inhale you and I exhale this part of me.
This part of me that I just discovered.
Parts of me I didn't know about,
Parts that could feel happy not by chance
But because I have the real deal.
Laughter without pain, like a little child again.
I am dreaming, quietly asleep.
The pain will come back when I wake up,
and I will go back, back to feeling like my smile is an act
And everyone know its but
they know I'm too broken to fix it
So they act as all is well, that everything is sunshine.
But maybe really everyone just feels cold and insane.

Days never got lonely.
They always were.
Love hurts when it leaves.
This experience I have not had the pleasure.
My hurt comes from love, yes.
It showed no interest in meeting me.

Simple to do.
Difficult to find.
Stress, anxiety,
consume my breaths.
Let me find solitude,
to stop, relax.
Inhale, exhale.

The dust will settle, the moon will command the tides.
If only human emotion was as predictable.
Then, I could predict the sun shining through the window, warming your face in the morning.
For now I will draw the curtains.