please wake me up and tell me you still love me
because I know you do.

a blazing fire can't be put out with just a single bucket of water
but I guess you can stop loving me because of just one other girl

sipping on boiling water & having it accidentally(intentionally) burn my feelings(heart& all senses)
would hurt less than facing the despicable truth that the world's spout has to offer

sleeping in the basement tonight so the monsters can eat me in my sleep

The sunrise betrayed the furnace
pouring heat into this atmosphere,
beauty deceives in pinpoints of fusion
spilling light on these nights in silence

We are all made of stars - we burn within
this core, unreached and untouched
as science fades in its approach -
Who can test the mystery inside?

I'm always being told to let go of all bad things in life
but if I did, I would have to release myself
and I managed to do so a couple of months ago

your spoken language,
each letter
engraved onto the under surface of my skin,
visible to my (non working) eyes;
the eyes that I (blindly) look at you with.
your spoken language,
running through my mind
like heiroglyphics,
whose codes cannot be cracked.

inevitably, I am numb.
unaware of
contentment
or is it depression?