You know I couldn’t have said it to your face
But I meant what I said in every dream I’ve ever had
The days spin and I’m lusting for more than my old hopes
I’m wasting this time asking for a blessing
when you’ve been my sanity for so long
I know I’ll never confess myself to you
So I’ll sit in my room and I’ll cry for you
With geometric eyes that have healed your deepest scars
That crushed me with passion for your pain
I close them when I want to be next to you
When will my pain hide her aged attention
and shed light on me
disappearing?

If you ever fall from the sky
and become a sand dune,
do not fear the eagerness of the ocean
to envelope you in its gleam.

The pouring rain never seizes to rush
to join the everlasting horizon;
the sun and the moon
trust in the seams of the earth
to never allow them to drown;
the ice cannot singe the waves  
to a harsh silver, it cannot bleach the depression within
there only lie a thin blazing light,
blinding those who doubt the open air,
those who betray the honest breeze of the water,
the true meaning behind your descent.

You’re more than the light I wait for at midnight
when we’re alone and apart
You make my voice heard
in this dead, dumb world
You are each sip of wholesome mint mélange
Never scorching, but smooth and cherished
Because of you, I realize myself
Through your indigo eyes I see everything we can be
Never blue, but like the azure sky,
where we search for our faith
in our futures, far or near
In hopes that perhaps our atoms will realign
so I’ll end up by your side
where our arms will interlock, our souls mesh
our hearts overflow
you’ll be mine, and I will be yours

To me, it was nothing but a forced attraction
I needed a filler for my soul,
a soil to fill my cracks and crevices
I pitied him for his self-love, always unrequited love
When I worried about his heartaches and abscission
he worried if he’d get the chance to light up a cigarette
While I pleaded him to live forever, we could be forever
Eternity, like evergreens
I’d wait forever.
The life I planted in his soul was slowly losing touch,
Or perhaps it had never even rooted
The forests flourishing in his eyes
turned to charred dust,
singed to the heart of the land
He burned us down to the single ****
that we are left with to remember
The beautiful landscape that once was
captured in a measly moss
And I am unsure whether to admire the audacity of the wildflower
Or hate him for the ruins that were once my roots

He is the tide in my veins, the awe in my lungs
giving me life and never to be seen
his fingerprints press into my mind like ink on the canvas
that grip his lips, I’ll teach him my passion
I was the approaching loner with lover eyes
that leads an endless existence, we could be forever
I will rest my head on his shoulder in the heaven connecting us
and he will return to me when I revive from this renewal
Our sleep will come in the night, when the sun rises
his hum will nurture my song
his heart will embrace the whites and blacks
and I’ll lay entranced and release my rainbows
We’ll blossom together, we’ll never cry at the clicking of time
We are closing our eternity
We’ll live each day and love those in need
Waiting in this expanse, the fire to our reality
will mend our souls and soak our paths in
serenity

The release of this relentless pain
will believe all sights of treason
as a positive force on one’s soul,
guilty promises lacking reason.
Restful thinking assures me that I will arise once again
perhaps my purpose is not to perform such gracious acts for men.
Yet if it is true, where is my end?
It’s nowhere to be found.
I’ve reached my death and now I’m wishing I hadn’t turned back around.
Entire blankets of black couldn’t shelter
light years of infinity,
and limitless love hovering above
could never cover mans self-pitying.

Your heart clogs my throat and the ***** bleeds through your ears. You’d never listen.
You’ll pour your one night stands in holes and drown them in cement, because they’re the things you’ll hide from me.
Tell me they’re just scars.
You’ll retrace your footsteps and keep that scrapped paper in your back pocket. But hold me once more, and we can shatter the brick wall webbing your fingers against my tears.
You were never supposed to be my dam.
You couldn’t settle for a leaky faucet, and thought you could search for another in the next door waterway.  
Your soul resists communion,
and even holy water
could not cleanse us of this
regret.