Wanting to cry for a life I've never known.
Wanting to mourn connections I've never had.
Wanting to feel heartache over pain I've never felt.

Why is so much of my life skirting by the edges of human existence?
Wishing for, hoping for, wanting a life like others
So close to feeling fully human
But maybe I am Pinocchio

Almost, but not
Quite.

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I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know

I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.

From pre-historic Lucy
Down the Great Wall of China
To the billions of today,
It's all
Owed to a ******.

Nicotine clouds float towards the
night sky,
masking the hazy galaxy.
The galaxy that shines so bright in your eyes.
Stars static,
tiny dots of white paint on a darkened canvas.
Arms around my waist,
I am calm.
Your eyes alone speak the the words of a million prophets.
Your contagious smile illuminating the sky.
Bliss comes in no form more pure than this
From here, I can see the world,
but the world is what you mean to me.
This is what happiness is, now I know.
You make me feel emotions so strong,
the human race is yet to name them.
One star shines brighter than the rest, it is you.
The light of my life, the star in my darkest skies.

- VI -

and thus, the bleeding ceases.
i've since dislodged the knives
entangled in my chest,
embedded in my spine.
i've rid myself of poison
that once fogged up my mind.
the parts of me that held me back
are all that's left behind.
the blades are sharp and like my head
are due for some refining
but even blades,
sharp as they be,
all have a silver lining.
the wounds inflicted by such knives
have struck me at my core.
bring on the rain, this little flower
thirsts to grow some more.

candles light up her room
it smells like herbs
and flowers

fall is her favorite season
she enjoys the rain
while dancing trough the woods
barefooted

she's one with nature and the sun
but in love with the moon