The milk hits the water
with an explosion of hues
and i can't help but notice that
that is how I feel around you
The milk and the tea battled for dominance
and of course the tea won
but the milk still existed within the tea
no matter how much it tried to run

"One day I woke up and we no longer spoke the same language.
I haven’t heard from you since."*

I tried talking, you settled with silence
Every morning I tried preparing you plates of compliments
A rose beside your bacon and eggs
(You picked it up, laughed and said you didn't want one)
I said I will still try to win you back
(Win you back. Maybe. Or steal you from him)
To remind you that mornings are worth it
(To remind you that mornings with me are better)

I tried talking, you settled with silence
I was never sure how you were able to not hear me
Screaming until my voice broke
I kneeled, watched you cover your ears
I bled, not to death but I wished I was
You watched silently with the trigger still touching your finger
And the envelope of butterflies you put in my tummy
Your last words saying, "Have to give this to someone else now."

I tried talking, you settled with silence
How can nothing beat yourself into dust
How can your closed mouth speak 672 kinds of sadness
All these with your name and mine crossed out
No more plans, no more plans

I tried talking, you settled with silence
Now you're wondering how I learned to do the same

More Structure, Bald Nature.
Intelligences without a Heart of Conscience.
Lost in the battle of Negligence.

If I were to walk away would you then ask me to stay?

I'll fight one day at a time,
Face one demon each day.
Until I get by,
I'll fight one day at a time.

Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls?
They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind,
To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide
They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head
An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed
"End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours
Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist
Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going
Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me
I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith
And to just wait, wait and wait
Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY.....



~Imperfect Desire **

The poor get poorer,
The rich get richer.
           In some cases it’s a debate
             harsh situations Fluctuate
When money speaks, power escalates.

Sometimes…
The poor gets tougher,
The rich gets fragile against danger.

Often times…
Harsh situations make us stronger,
Easy life makes us weaker.