the truth is, i dont have the guts to kiII myself. i want to walk busy roads and dark alleys in the hopes someone will do it for me

Dear diary;
I am constantly
finding myself being
devoured by every memory
that I
have ever had.

eight minutes

of my life

split up into sections of two

four minutes each

there was no speech

just me becoming one with you

it wasn't forced

i was an enthusiastic consort

but it was the end of everything

you got what you wanted

then your 'love' faltered

i didn't notice

until you were gone

that it was never really love at all

but my body

in your hands

like putty

like sand

i'll never get it back

the things i gave to you

a multitude of firsts

which only makes it hurt worse

You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night

The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin

You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a child’s curiosity

The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them

And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted

To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies

But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun

And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood

Lost in translation I’m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; you’re nothing, but to me; you’re my dreamland