I should be touching the stars still
Because I have you, holding me in your arms
But I'm slowly falling again
About to hit the ocean's roaring surface
About to shatter, then sink
So hold me close, and never let go,
promise me
If I break, you'll piece me back together
Promise me
If I wander away, you'll follow me
You'll find me and bring me home
Promise me,
promise me,
promise me
You'll only ever tighten your grip
but don't smother me, no
Help me breathe
Just promise you won't give up on me
When I am falling, you'll catch me
promise me,
promise me,
oh, please, promise me
you won't leave me to fade away
alone.

You are the flashbacks
I would love to be
eternally tortured with
~

A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace

I am at it again
The adrenaline rush, the sweat, the euphoric yet sadistic approach to grant my inner desires
My body continuously shivered in the dark
As if there was some chemical reaction that was happening to my very core
I was out of control
Everything went out of hand but I felt  most alive during the last 20 something minutes of that night
I was too high to remember everything
I was too high to care that it was 5am and I was still far from home
But my body remembered
My body will never forget how everything else felt right
Every stroke, every scratch, and that electrifying feeling breaking every principle I had in my system since day one
It finally made sense to me now
Everything is perfectly clear to me now

The tides of my time
Turned over themselves
Again and again
As the trees of thought
Rotted in the night of my mind,
And I was lost and without
The will to raise my wings,
Blind to the fact
That the sun might rise again,

Only she who wore
Those moonlight eyes
Washed with the blue of the sea
Could sharpen the horizon
And expose its potential
In her milky twilight glow,

For the moon hung lazily
By some rusted hook in the sky
Wavering with a subtle chill
From the quiet wisps of evening wind,

The moon was silent and seeing,
Overlooking the stillness of it all,
Perched atop some invisible stand
Cemented in the stars,
Untouchable by hands
Far from greatness,

Forever strung from the heavens
By some apparatus of fishing line,
The moon listened to my sorrows
And cradled them gently
So as not to damage them,
And let me cry away
The carvings of indecency
I had etched into the loose
Fibers of my being,

She was my moon,
Grandly lit in the ink of my mind,
So desperately trying to light her own,
And she called me her angel
Whose feathers were always ruffled,
Soaked wet with the weight of our dusks,
But it seemed to me
Her brilliance never flickered or dimmed,
Never blurred or shrugged
Until the day she sighed,
And rolled her eyes
And cut my wings away.

To her he shone,
Shone like the moon in the darkest night,
Like the sliver of light at the end of a tunnel,
Like the ray of hope in a pool of her own tears.

To him she was just another friend,
Just another toy for when he was bored,
Another text he had to answer,
Another face he had to put up with.

Black and white,
Light and dark,
She could never be apart
From the one who holds her still beating heart.
Unaware of the power he holds,
Every time he clenches his fist
Her pain persists.
But, to her,
None of it mattered.

She will wait,
Wait for his annoyed text
if it meant she could hear from him again.
Unaware of the agony he puts her through,
unaware of the forgiveness that she’s imparting.
Despite, the writhing pain.
She stays.
Because he’s the one who will forever have her beating heart.

We are lost humans, with lost  minds, lost souls, lost hearts. We are the generation lost. Lost in anyway. Lost in the world, with perfectly running brains we don't use. Lost love, lost lovers.The product: lost children.