I remember laying with you, your arms wrapped around me, thinking, "Oh god, can things get any better?"
My mind flickered to an image of us together, wrapped in tangles of hair and heated air. I wanted to kiss you. Right then and there, on that crowded bus.
You asked me, "Are you ready to kiss-kiss me?"
I giggled at the question but on the inside I was dying from the sweetness of him asking for permission.
Slowly, I looked up and whispered, "Yes."
You pulled me tighter and kissed me tenderly.
Warmth spread throughout my body.
Could you be anymore perfect?

I want you to see my pain.
To feel my pain.
To be my pain.
But I also want you to save me.

I'm standing on the edge and wondering what it will feel like to hit the soft concrete.
Should I jump forward or fall backwards?
Which is the easiest way to get out of my everlasting pain?
Please dear God fly me away.
I want to live, but I'm scared.
I don't feel comfortable anymore,
I haven't been myself lately.
I'm sad and depressed.
Goodbye world if you don't see me tomorrow,
Just know another was lost to the pain of herself.

trembling you caress the
hopelessness caused by too many
eventualities, completely

surrounded as your soul
opens up to different truths of
unpredictable affiliations
never given the freedom to
dwell and choose amongst the wild

offerings you
fall to your knees

after what feels like an eternity you
softly gather your thoughts as your mind
strays off yet again with
effortless lightness and phenomenal speed
running rapidly into the deep forest of memories
towards the light, a window of happiness
in a cabin of despair
vulnerable you complete the seemingly
endless journey of the day as

dynamic colours loops out of reach
entangled in shadows liberated
from any formal structure and you
erase all emotions but
never fail to see the
significant beauty of
even the smallest things in
life as  
evening brings light from a
silvery moon
sleepless you welcome the
nights cold as it
embraces your mind
solemnly the future falls into utter
silence…

Love is said to be a battlefield,
And if that is so,

We have found ourselves at a stalemate, Darling.