I speak to the rain when it visits my windows
frequent
calls from the souls I met in my past life
and I know that they’re just checking on me
Taking care of me as they had before.
Sometimes sneering in disappointment
As they watch me make the same mistakes
Seeing my soul devoured by the same fears
That haunted my days with them.
I ask them for solitude
mercy, mercy, I hope you speak my name
thunder shakes my foundation
please tell me you have good news for me, my old friend
Tell me there’s a chance the life I lead now will be different from the last.
Tell me my soul will learn and grow and finally find peace in this life
Or the next
I beg you my friend,
Tell me
if we’ll live happily again?

there can be so many beautiful things about falling in love but the side of the story that they don’t tell you is that falling in love with someone is almost as difficult as falling in love with yourself, but the only difference is that it is our natural instinct to catch ourselves when falling— you see, when you fall for someone else— there is no natural instinct for them to catch you.

the only thing I need in this very moment
is for someone who understands that
the only thing I can give in this life
is the time to show them that my
love is everlasting so much so
that even when they are
away from me they can
still feel my presence
and my love will
bring them a
feeling of
infinite
joy.

pain decorated by dim lights
dancing across your face
It’s a shame that I am in other places now
seeing faces of strangers and feeling more welcomed than ever before
a past love once knocked on my door
greeting me with cold roses meant to last forever
she must have forgotten I am a volcano
flowers do not grow upon me easily
it is not easy to breath in my presence
my self destruction will bring an unsettling heat that you can not handle
because sometimes even I can’t
I know that I have been dormant for some time
I just pray you don’t stay for my eruption
I would hate for my pain to redecorate a place you once called home

The sky is blue.

but that’s only after the rain has settled and everything thing inside have me has poured out into the skies
I dove into the ocean with open wounds from a love that was a facade
but Poseidon called me to these barracks
made of broken shells from all the enteral wars I’ve battled
what a beautiful display I have set for you

do you ever forget that the ocean is blue
just as the sky
the horizon’s capability to hold the two beings in one place making them mutually exclusive
has me questioning my ability to exist beside you
The reefs of my rib cage isn’t as beautiful as they used to be
people have scraped my foundation for what feel like centuries
and I have not yet mastered the art of regeneration

I used to pray that you’d never forget me
and how I was your favorite color
But your eyes have set sail upon seas of stars
and I am far from a nebula
even my deepest shade of blue does not compete with the beauty of the night sky

there is more magic upon a shooting star than a wishing well
and all I wish for is gratitude
all I wish for is solitude
all I wish for
is to meet you at the horizon one last time
so you could fall in love with the depth of me

and I’ll show you why I make the sky want to touch the ocean