I've never found the bright side and
You know that.
And you exploit that.
By showing me all of your creatures and
You love to watch.
And you live out of fear.

The paper filtered the smoke through the room. The fire jumped. I wasn't sure if the tear stained letter would even egnite. It did. As I threw out my goodbye note, thinking no one would read it anyways, I forgot. I forgot about all of the friends who I didn't respond to. All of the smiles my mind passed, searching for the sadness. I forgot that I was the kind of person to pick out the frail tree in a forest of blooming evergreens.

You
gave
your
scars
to
me

Spend the night by my side,
humbled against the slight of my mind.
The rain drying like love,
Bitter feelings are never enough.

The worried scars on my tongue,
Do not clear even when they're wrung.
Although I still fear empty,
You've left me sheltered plenty.

I'm sorry,
I know I have broken the nest,
Hollow birds
Burrowed at top within its rest.

Forgive me,
I will kiss you.
Forgive me,
I will love you.
Forgive me,
I will need you.
Forgive me,
I will bleed through.

My greatest award,
Starts two months ago.
We flutter then soared,
on patience alone.

Forgive us,
We will never see.
Forgive us,
We insist to be.
Forgive us,
We will never flee.

Flourishing.
Waves formed of the salty greed.
Forgive me,
In honor that I've been freed.

You
You've been awake for 48 hours
Me
I haven't slept in years.

You
You've been talking lately
Me
I haven't listened to a ******* word

You
You've been painting all of my dreams
Me
I haven't let my mind wander past you.

I arose to the scent of ashes.
A quick peak out the window and I see the sun.
It's closer to the earth than the moon now.
The giant orb in which it forms watches;
haunting me.
Telling me to come closer.
I shut the blinds and it retaliates.
Bursting from the soft yellow
to charred oranges and blacks,
the beads of sweat between its pores
yelling at me.
The shock in my face that I am playing roulette,
that I am playing with fate, never fades.
And in those few seconds between then and now
I realize that I am in the middle of death.
My life cycle is just another inevitable sorrow,
surrounded by two barriers leading to pain.
So I step back,
From the window sill.
I crawl back into my dreams.
Where the time seems to disperse
at all of my requests.

Shadow
covered
hope
filters
through
the
words
of
wandering
lust­