it was never love
it was a little kid
obsessed with the image
of sunshine and ivy vines
of summer nights and hugs so tight
that he'd lose his breath forever
and become a god himself
it was the dream
of an abused child
a dream of a love that was endless
and unerring and true

We are not afraid of the mirror,
We are afraid of the monster it shows.
We are afraid of porcelain skin
stained red,
afraid of never finding the bone,
afraid of never finding the very
core essence of our control.
I am afraid of being too much,
of not being enough,
of this skinny love
for a non-skinny reflection,
afraid of failing
if I am never able to see
my porcelain bones
imprinted on porcelain skin,
my very core
protruding from within.

I am my own control.
and one day,
I shall see it in the mirror,
even if I have to fall into it
and become the monster within.

Insecurities rest in peace
the day has arrived
Cremated
Flames are finally gone
from the fires you caused
Me
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
one day I’ll rest with you
But
Until then I’ll continue to live
the way anyone deserves to
Comfortable
In my own skin and in my own head without your doubt so
Farewell
You had a good run but we both knew I would get better

Waves as emotions

each movement a reaching out

they laugh and they weep

Sun rise is my time of inspiration.
Its performance of every season.
It is always there.
The beauty of a mornings fog lifting.
The days rolling in.
We do some of the same,
and some of the different
we create.
Life is great,
even when it doesn't feel great.
And as surly the sun sets
the evening rise rolls in,
and mornings morrow will return
to do it all again.

stop hating yourself
for loving more
though it hurts

it is the greatest gift
you will ever recieve

Instead of
sleeping
I spend my time
waiting.
Not once has
it paid off.

I rarely get enough sleep.

i don't have to control it.
i don't have to think about it.
my body helps me live my life,
and its relationship with gravity
is the least interesting thing about me.