Falling.
they say that it’s exhilarating
like a fast car at midnight
cheeks aching from
the grin that couldn’t be held back
warm fingers laced between
the imperfections
forgotten
and yourself
found.

But
what if the car
crashes
and cheeks become tear stained
cold hands holding your own head
heavy with thought
and memories
lost and
broken.

I suppose
I’m yet to find a
fall
that seems worth all the
what if’s.

Lets raise a black flag for the dark times we've had
And let the white one burn because it is our turn and we'll never surrender again
And then we'll dance in tears of rain
And wash the fears away
For our troubled minds have found refuge in words
Our screams were never heard
So we turned into birds
For we just long to belong
So we migrated
To a home we created inside our heads
They will never care that we had to tear
Through flesh and bone
To take control of our minds that owned
us
This home doesn't exist
Its a figment of our imagination
But creation
Is the only thing keeping us **alive

Isnt it weird to think that we will never live this exact moment ever again
Slowly we age and all we have left are memories of what these moments felt like.
Pictures
Songs
Letters
They bring back more than memories they bring back feelings.
Which is good and bad depending on the memory.

It made me
Sick.

The kind of sick
That books describe
As green,
Ghostly skinned
With red rust noses.

Sick to my stomach
Like when you wake up
At 2:00 AM
And realize that
Something
Is
Not
Right
Before you sprint
Down the hall
To the bathroom
And ***** pizza bagels into the
Pristine marble sink.

It made me sick like
When it gets so bad that
Blowing your nose hurts
Because the extra soft Kleenex
Have scratched your skin raw
Over
And
Over
Again.

It made me sick
When I realized
That it wasn't you that I loved
But the feeling of being loved.

The serpents of song
serenade me awake
and back down to hell
where your arms
they await

To embrace me once more...