in my dreams,
i see you.

i see you looking my way when i pretend i'm looking elsewhere.
i see you secretly smiling when i say something dumb.
i see you right there in front of me;
i see you trying to find my little finger under the table and i -
i see the same look in your eyes that i have in mine.
do you know what it is?

(Let's pretend you do.)

you are everywhere and nowhere but
in my dreams,
i see you.

in my dreams,
i see something i can't have.

you saw the world in grey ashes and burnt kingdoms.

(i saw the world with you in it.)

you saw the world fall apart on its own rebellion refusing to accept what is, not what should. you saw men ****** men, pirates conquering homes and land, women selling their virtues and sinners stealing them. you saw wars within wars of peace, a slaughterhouse of the wicked standing atop of the hill with their blood stained flag waving at you. you saw oceans turning into deserts, deserts turning into oceans, of fire reaching the ice and turning them into lava. you saw it. you saw children with lost innocence wandering into the hands of death, saw hearts growing dark - too dark, too worn out, too good - wanting to survive from the clutches of the enemy. you saw the eyes of the rich filled with mirth and amusement as they stare down at you, desire and lust dripping down to their lips chanting filthy words mixed with poison liquids. you saw everything. you saw the world in its glory of thorny thrones, kings devour kings, men stealing women, children left in the dark under the sewage to rot. you saw hands of drunken men slip past rich men's pockets, their souls dark - too dark, too worn out, too good - trying to survive from the chains of slavery.

you saw the world in its own, saw the world fall apart on its own refusing to accept what is, not what should. you saw the world through dark - too dark, too worn out, too bad - veils where your lips cant move, sewed tight from oppression and the world. you saw it - saw the world for what it is.


(i saw the world with you in it; i saw the world for what it can be with you in it:


beautiful.)

the flowers bloomed under my chest cavity;
overtaking my ribs,
suffocating my lungs,
growing a garden right from
the bottom of my heart.

the roots dug inside my organs;
piercing my flesh,
crawling up my throat,
squeezing out my air and gripping
the words down under.

theres a garden of heartbreak that
bloomed just for you.
stealing my pulses,
stopping my heartbeats,
waiting for something you cant give;
your love.

'Tell me a story' you say
Your voice a lullaby
Like flowers in the dark
Blossoming in the night
'Alright' I answer as my voice begins
And your eyes hold mine
While you try to listen.

I begin with a man who loved a girl
Who would do anything for her
Anything at all.
He loved her deeply, but did she? No
But that foolish man still, he loved alone
Stabbing pain and sweet torture
Where he can hold, but never to have her
As these meaningless *** became so much more
But the girl of course was just as cold
So the man,heartbroken, left to heal
In hopes of forgetting how she made him feel.

'So what happened next?' Your angel voice asked
And I answer you with a bitter laugh
I look into your eyes and see this innocence
As I shake my head, quite dumbfounded
So I continue my tale with the foolish man
Who never got over that heartless woman.

When she came back to him once more
Without hesitation, he agreed to her
So this chase, this never ending chase
Like a loyal dog chasing after his owner
He fell harder for her, so hard it hurt
But she remained there, not feeling at all
While he was crashing and burning alone in love
She's only there for him, just for the f*.

'That's quite a sad story' you finally say
As you burrow yourself, beside me you lay
'He's a fool' I say and I heard you laugh
'Yes, he is' you answer back.
You fell asleep after just seconds
While I'm wide awake all night
Thinking of that story ans that pathetic man
A wry smile forms, a bitter regard
As I lie awake naked, with a married woman.

'I love you Jane'
A bitter laugh escape
              as you say to yourself
How can she say it back
               when she's already dead.

Their hands touched,
                   and she bled.