Wear love like a scarf
close to your head and your heart
don't let it choke you
don't let it blind you
just keep it in between those two
so everything makes sense
so you make sense
and you're not withholding yourself
from what life has to offer
if the scarf starts blinding you, take it off
if the scarf starts chocking you, rip it off
and remember
its better to wait for the good scarves
the ones that last
cause the ones that are in clearance
have a reason to be there.

let me sleep
in a deep slumber
until the pillows suffocate me
until the bed envelops me
how kind

let me sleep
long enough
so I never awake
to burdens
of a restless mind

leave me be
so I never hear
another cry
echoing echoing
in the brain

leave me be
an undisturbed state
not in vain, nor pain
but rather,
sane

you,* so brutally honest,
when i know you're just
bitter
in fact misunderstood,
your thoughts
litter

you, an observer,
believing you know each crack of
me
but my lies have blinded
what you think you
see

you, self-destructive,
a loaded missile
ready
but desperate for sleep
and a soft, beautiful
melody

you, a curled chaos,
trying to be
hopeful
for something,
for someone
blissful

you, like fog,
eventually faded
away

I can run for a lifetime,
But I can't always get to where I want to be.
I stare into the clouds,
dreaming.
Of a different place.
A different world.
Somewhere so far away
That I can never be touched,
by anyone.
I want to run so fast
That my feet will no longer
feel the ground between my toes.
Maybe,
in that single moment,
I will find bliss,
I will find security.

It's pounding. Pounds.
I hate the ache. My ache.
It can all be my fault.
Is my fault. My mistake.

It's so empty. I hear echo.
The hollow shell mimics the cry.
Copies the sound of the teardrop.
Replays the sound of a sigh.

Gone. Gone. Going? No, gone.
Not a sorry to be said.
Not a word to be heard.
Everything but your shadow has fled.

A pouring in the eyes. A leak in the heart.
No love. No love. Nothing left to lose.
I cut my foot on a piece of broken promise.
I should have worn shoes.

I feel a steady chill.
Must be the window pain.
I used to fix it. Doesn't matter now.
It'll just break again.