Too real
Not real enough
Im a square peg
that can’t fit in the round hole
Sharper edges, more refined  
Torn between worlds

The feeling of missing something I’ve never known and may not even exist
Is this Delusion or impossible dreams
We will just have to wait
to see what the world deems

Like calls to like but nothing calls to me
Distinct, unique, and on the brink
I am the threshold
Which way does this unfold
I don’t fit into one mold
I’m tired of living a story untold

Yet to be fair that story is unfinished
Of love requited
Souls ignited
And all wrongs righted

But I can’t help but feel as if
in the mean time
I’m being punished
Hope demolished
My heart impoverished

Like I said I don’t fit into one mold
I am a square peg
that doesn’t fit into the round hole
I just wish to be Understood
and have a rightful home
In the mean time though
I’m so much better off alone

She is not the woman that is to be just simply,
Conquered and not Kept.

She is the woman to be kept and not just simply…
but with extreme regard and not neglect.

She is the woman that should be honored.
Not Conquered.
A chance with her should never be squandered.
But instead she has to keep her heart armored.

She is not an object to be bartered.

She is the woman that should be
Honored not Conquered.

Stripped bare

Lost yet aware

Battling the confines of
Perception
And
Projection

My back covered in the lashes
Of what you expect of me
My blood
painting a picture
of who I will never be

Stripped bare

Lost yet aware

Skin reforming
You tried to mutilate and manipulate
But the scars are evidence of my warning

This is me transforming

Stripped bare of your limitation

This is liberation

With a bottle in hand
She is propped on a windowsill
Her long white dress, billowing in the breeze
Her gaze full of
Dead dreams
Unfulfilled wishes
And never had kisses
Yet she doesn’t know this
She can’t see what we can
Maybe one day she will understand
That trying to find answers
At the bottom of a bottle
Will only keep you, Empty and ******.

Under the full moon
All I feel
Is an Abundance
Of
Gratefulness
An appreciation
For all that is
And all that will be
Love me under the full moon
And we shall love eachother for eternity
In all of our phases
Ends bring beginnings
But we shall conquer them together
She always comes back full
The waning never lasts forever

There is beauty in the chaos
A particular grace in the roaring of waves

Mayhem
yet
Order

Harmony.

A torrent of emotions
Thrashing into me
Pulling me in

I may drown in it

The chaos may **** me

but it’ll be the most alive I’ve ever felt.

I miss sleeping next to someone
and not for the warmth of a body
or the simple need of company

For me It will never be that simple

but instead for
Complete Oneness

The synchronizing
of breath and heartbeats.

The connection
of souls and dreams.

Imprisoned by your love
Bound by shackles made of gold
In a diamond encrusted cage
I have everything
Everything I could ever need
Except
Freedom
The freedom to be
Me
Instead of your dress up doll
Confined by
Your standards of what you insist upon me
Frilly dresses
Painted nails
Your pure little Angel
No room for mistake
And there is no escape

The blanket of sorrow lay over me.
I’m comfortable here.
As I lay my head on the pillow of dispare,
I’m comfortable here.
Wrapped in the sheets of loss.
I’m comfortable here.
My bed has been made.
Here I will rest.