I'm not who you think I am,
just trying to escape.
But still trying to keep my eye on you,
so everything is fake.

Exhaustion tugging at the soul
like damp attire hung on a thin clothing line.
Blood red eyes carrying the weight of
crashing tides.

You've dug yourself deeper than the roots
of the most ancient trees,
and dressed yourself in anchors,
dragging you down into the depths of the sea.

To me
there is nothing
as terrifying as the
sudden feeling of a hand
on the outside of my lower leg.
Nothing scares me more than
a sudden realisation of
how beautiful he is to me.
Or his eyes who shift
from lust to love
and tell me
that I'm handsome.

Horror is my heart
as I fall in love with you.

Underneath the Willow tree,
is where you used to dance with me,
but only in my sweetest dream,
where we sat talking by the stream


Underneath the Willow's shade
the leaves create a barricade
we'd hide from monsters that left holes
but those monsters were our souls

Where that Willow ramified
I stood there crying, terrified
I watch as you swung to and fro
and wondered why you had to go

Underneath the Willow tree,
lies two stones, for you, for me
'cause you were gone and my pain grew
I just wondered, 'why not me too?'

this blank screen has been staring
at me for a while now
trying to coax out something
worth writing
but i simply have
nothing to say
at the moment

we both know
that is a lie
i'm just trying
to hide the fact
that my mind
is as empty
as the white that is
burning my eyeballs.

nervous nights
anxious days
when the devil
takes to his
knees and
silently prays

if he was red
then i was blue
together we made
the most beautiful
shade of purple