I don’t remember
a me before I was birthed
into blood and time.

Maybe we are dreams,
made from clotted memories,
of a dying god.

Manifestation,
through the beautiful decay
will free us, this love.

Even if you don't love me I'll still walk away with that love instead of not being loved at all,
i will pick myself up when I fall. Put a piece of myself on the very top of the shelf , take myself down when i need different tools like a man goes through his tool box.
I saw butterfly in hell today, it showed me that beauty exists in suffering.
Tomorrow is not promised,
today will not last forever,
so live life like the hour glass will never run out of sand.
The end of time is miles away, an I'm passing cars at 90 miles, I don't plan on slowing down, the road spans for eternity I'm not worried.
I don't want you to save me, I want you to stand next to me while I save myself.
I need your help to pick the liquor counter up, shooting for the moon, reach and grab the stars that are always shining
Comfort the angels that are always crying... no wonder the rain falls over me.
So god bless thee and the land of eve.
If there's food for thought I'm guilty of greed, mama told me to take what I want. I took me!
Even though you don't love me I'll still walk away with that love instead of not being loved at all,  pick up myself up when I fall and save my own life so I can go out and save another.

Existence.
It's such a weird thing to have.
We don't ask for it,
We don't all want it,
And yet we have it.
Some are given the "gift" of existence because they were created to be loved.
We are given life through the intimacy of others.
We didn't ask to be here.
Put on this earth to suffer until we finally give up or give in.
We give up this beautiful life that we are given by neglecting all of the beautiful things we are capable of.
We give in to being dull and gray.
Each day we go to the same place, do the same thing, and see the same sights.
This makes us weak and emotionless.
Broken beings that have lost that beauty of existence.
We give in to the destroying and demeaning words from strangers.
We let them destroy this beauty inside of us,
We let them **** our hope.
But why?

o how difficult the years
that weigh on
without you,
the endless nights
with emptiness
my solemn
singular
bedfellow.
what a treachery
is every sunrise
what a regret
is every breath.
and i am sure
you don't feel
this way.
i am sure you
are far away,
in some paradise,
and have found
someone better,
someone new,
someone to
not be alone with.

o how impossible
to explain
the pain of the left
to those who are
leaving.
i would trade
a thousand worlds
that i could
go back in time
and beg you,
don't go.

But who else will have peace in their palm
When they lay it across
My ribs
At night.

Who else
As they slumber beneath
A blanket of freckles and
Dreaming eyelids,
Will whisper into the dark air
With a gentle cadence of breaths
The particular softness that cradles my heart
And lets me

Close my aching eyes

And rest.