sometimes i feel so aching inside

and grab a delicate treat

i eat it and it is very delicious 

but this aching only comes ever so often

i think it's supposed to be more apparent

i only partake of treats and delicacies when i am aching inside

and this is beginning to show

am i fine?

i walk with you along the bright blue ocean, holding your hand in mine

our hands shyly brushing and creating sparks, letting our fingers intertwine

you talk passionately, and i listen, because i love to hear you speak 

but your strong presence enlightens me, and does not make me feel weak

you kiss me on the rocks, and i feel my heart leap and soar

as we lay together on the sand, i really could not ask for more

i've always felt the need to hold back from everything i do

but being with here with you, this time i don't really want to

i was always taught to never perform out on any wild desire

but when everything you say and do sets everything i feel on fire

i want to kiss you until our lips turn blue

kiss you until i lose my breath

i want to hold you until we're no longer two

hold you until our souls have met

the light of your eye is so divine it makes me cry

wouldn't it be so devine if we could stay here awhile

soft pieces of purity laid out on a parchment sheet
it smells like raw memory and a warm home
mixed with a spoon to create something sweet
the lovely aroma lets all my memories foam

pouring in the milk laced with my very own blood
these cookies are for someone who is of worth
mixing in the flour, tears at my eyes threatening to flood
but I will endure the pain to put the dough by the hearth

before I put them in the oven, I try a little taste
I feel sick, and my stomach begins to cramp and ache
I ***** all over the floor and look at all the waste
instead of cookies, next time I should make a cake

brilliant
the fluorescent light reflects off of my glass hands
shimmering
your glowing personage dims my tiny lamp
marvelous
my pale yellow light could never begin to compare
sparkling
you are the sun, outshining every planet and star
beautiful
you deserve the world, but I can only give you the moon
incomparable

As long as memories continue to stretch
I never wanted to exist
I liked being apart of the bland background
I liked the quiet peace of inattention
I liked the tranquility of not being noticed
I never allowed anyone to see who I was
Was I afraid?
I may have been
But in the end
It does not matter
You made me want to be seen
You made me want to be noticed
You made me want to exist
It is simple to explain
And I know
I could never blame you for feeling this way
I know
You are the fondest image in my mind
But it hurts
Being someone that used to feel so
Loved and cared for
Now being accused
Of dwelling on your distant gaze
And your cold presence
And however highly I think of you
I cannot make up the absence of your heart

the glinting, shimmering bottles on the shelf seem to be glaring at me
their penetrating stares create a twisted knot of guilt in my stomach
my friends come over, asking and asking for the invisible secrets in the clear glass
I deny their knowledge, another layer of guilt befouling me
a few of them have watched me unscrew my bottles
and they ran from me, as far as they possibly could
but one day,
he comes over to my house
my house with my shelf of glass bottles and quiet old me
he isn't interested in me or my bottles
but I am intrigued by his innovative, analytical presence
so loud and harsh are the colors surrounding him
but they are hiding something, I am sure of it
and suddenly,
a bottle falls out of his aura of light
he reaches down to pick it up hastily,
and looks at me, for my hand is on his fallen bottle
he looks at me with those secretive, manic eyes,
and then looks at the bottles on my shelf
he picks one out, and I let him open it,
for I am gently unscrewing his glass
the secrets fly out of both shining bottles
and enter the jars of our mind
I look at his face, which mirrors my own
the intensity of our understanding gazes is why I place my hand on his
and neither of us run away