'tis inexplainable, that foreign "beyond words" sensation- the incomplete isolation.

embody the human experience with me;
let's start the evolution of a revolution
that we all so desperately need

I pass streets crowded constantly with thousands of unfamiliar faces

walk the broken, cracking sidewalks to all the odd & end little places

upon the dark grey sludge that layers the sullen, dreary old city streets

still in mind the valleys and forests of evergreen

beneath the aged chalk stained, blackboard styled sky

amid the most royalest blue of seas

reel in your life full of anchors
for we could simply sail miles,
days suspended above the earths varying tides of infinity and eternity

find a paradise no human soul
would care to believe

amongst uncharted territory
we may construct our own society

sipping honey from one anothers souls
lets escape

we have our world to see

Together we were happy
We laughed and hugged
Kissed and smiled and embraced being alive
I learned what it was to love you
I felt your body's warmth and your gentle hands
My heart was telling me that you were the one, and I know that's not a lie.

No matter how hard we fought it
We had to leave the comfort of each other's arms
So I clung to you as hard as I could before I slipped away
Staring into the pavement
Thoughts of you consumed me as I drove
Down the lonely road that took me far from where I wanted to stay

I couldn't handle your absence
What was worth looking at other than your diamond eyes?
Nothing could compare to lighting bolts that struck when our souls collided
But then I realized the sensation was still there
I felt the press of your lips against mine and softness of your cheek
There was a tug on my wrist as if I was being guided

Being with you changed me
You complete the jagged jigsaw puzzle that I had made myself into
I experience you daily despite the distance and the time
Because your soul hasn't left me
Our lives are forever
*intertwined

when words cannot fill the empty void of your notepad. sentence fragments and run-on sentences. being at a loss for words not bc of shock or depression, but bc your brain seems to shut down when you need it the most. you just wanted to write a poem but you realize that even you let yourself down when it comes to something as simple, as second nature you thought stringing some words together was.

There are days
when I can still feel the agonizing ache
in its accelerated beats
as your image reveals itself
behind my lids,
when I think the threads
of those stitches I sewed
four years ago
(has it really been that long?)
haven't yet dissolved
and are keeping me closed,
and when I can feel your breath
against my cheek
and eventually my rhythm
keeping time with yours.
But these words are not
unfamiliar to the pages that I bleed onto
every time I briefly feel broken again.
So, this is a letter to the last person
who broke my heart:
Not you,
but myself.

To this day
I don't recognize the eyes that stare back at me
every morning when I rise to soft beams of light
that creep their way through the holes in my blinds
as I make my way down the hall
to look into the reflection in the bathroom mirror.
You see,
sometimes
when someone tears you apart repeatedly,
you just start to view them differently.
There are times
when all I want to do
is reach into that image
and clasp my hands so tightly around her throat
until her skin grows blue
but her fight grows red,
and if she would listen to me,
I would tell her to quit sprinting
from anything that makes her feel,
Because every time I hear her feet press the ground,
every time her leg muscles bulge in flight,
I can also hear a glass heart shattering
against her thoracic cavity,
but I still feel nothing.

Let me raise a glass to finding the solution.
Take a sip.
Swirl it in your mouth.
Feel its bitter taste against your tongue
until you unlock the door
to the invisible brick wall
in front of you.
Let someone else break your heart for a change.

Burn me still, when you do,
With ink on the pads of my fingers
And with my meter scrawled hastily
On the centre of my ticklish palm,
And let me find my sour/sweet chaos
In the order you placed me into,
For I know now and will ever know;
In the madness, there is love.