Just be air
Just be sky
Just be grassroots and tired flowers
Just be sun and moon and stars
Just be rivers and streams and seas
Just be pain and heartache
Just b3 wondrous and unattainable
Just be hopeful and hopeless
Just be

Dreams don't hurt unless you want them to
Even nightmares coated with screams and quicksand won't hurt unless you want it to.Unless you forfeit all the power you have in the slumber real.

But why should you?

There’s no one to hold me
To tell me “It’ll be alright”
No one to love me
Or to kiss me goodnight

I’m always alone
With no one to care
Longing for someone
Who isn’t there

Wishing for love
On every star
Looking for comfort
From near or far

Hoping for someone
Who will honestly care
Waiting for someone
Who will always be there

Wanting to love
And be loved just the same
For someone to know me
Not just my name

Longing and searching
In vain so it seems
Only ever finding love
In my dreams

Am I destined
To be alone?
To wonder through life
Unloved and unknown?

So hungry for love
Someone to call mine
Desperately hoping
For some kind of sign

Something to tell me
He’s on his way
He’s searching for me
And he’ll find me one day

That someone will love me
That someone will care
That I won’t be alone
That he will be there

Waiting and hoping
For it to be true
I guess for now
That’s all I can do

She turned into a baby with a bottle in her hand
Her small hands clasping the glass,then reaching for the bottle,the bottle almost bigger than her mouth
The guilt filling her tiny stomach and killing the taste she wanted to use to forget.
But what should a baby barely able to walk need to forget?
Memories of selfishness and blood stained nights
She rarely cries now but when tears trickle down they are because she is still not used to the sharp pain that punches her chest as she downs it all
A baby with a bottle
A baby with a bottle that she can't recognise the words on the label
Yet she drinks on
More determined than an adult
As the dark mists of depression swivels around her fragile head

That dust beaten ground welcomes your body
The vines of yesterdays sins wind round your legs
And you wait
You wait patiently for the tender ground to open its graceful mouth and take you uponits ttongue and swallow you into the venue of darkness
You dig your toes into sand and lay awake  star searching,yet you find not a single map to Venus
So as the wind howls,you sing along
Hoping that the mermaids far and wide can be kind enough to write you a Requiem to sing over your worthless grave