There's a gaping hole inside my chest,
Below my neck and above my breast.
For your cheek and chin, that line was drawn,
A place to rest from dusk till dawn.

The wind never blows
in the direction I want it,
so I’ve learned to move forward
by walk backwards,
ignoring almost everything.
The problem is
I can never see where I am
until it’s where I’ve been.
While I’d rather not plan where
I’m going
sometimes I turn around and let
the wind spit dirt in my face.
Because sometimes I can take it.
Because sometimes I can spit it back.

With thought's silver spark
Imagination's flame lights
Gauzy moths fly in

Light against the dark
Always seems a little bit lighter
Than it could ever shine alone

I could never shine
As much as I do
Against your contrast

Dark on the outside
Light within your soul
Radiating within the cracks

Darkness simply forgotten
In contrast of white
But slowly taking over
The less blind we become

The Moon would never be as beautiful
Without the sun.

I can only imagine
you sobbing into your pillow at
each
and
every
moment
that your brain receives a free second to wander
and we all know how
haunting
that freedom is

A dog destined for the semi-truck
without a home
without a path
without the distractions you try your hardest to
place
ever
so
gently

You would never believe how sorry I am
You would
never
believe how sorry I am
and you would never be okay with a
‘I was in your position’
or with an
‘It all gets better’

I can only tell you that it does not just get better
Actively
try
to save yourself
before you let my
selfish
action
consume your beauty
If you want something, take it

I took it
I am sorry

Find yours again

I wake up,
I'm exhausted.
I drink some coffee,
I'm exhausted.
I go about my day,
I'm exhausted.
I go to bed,
I'm exhausted.
Rinse and repeat.