Be gentle with me, I beg
My skin burns with adoration
Your touch feeds these flames
Pause and breathe
Lungs of hopeful dreaming
I feel safest in the dark
Where I can see
And you get lost in shadows
Fingers search for souls
I am on fire, do you not see
You are cold like ice

sometimes —
home isn't four walls;
it has eyes and heartbeats,
and pairs of arms to
welcome you gently.

sometimes —
home isn't just roof
over our heads;
it's the place where
we feel loved and
where we belong.

sometimes —
home isn't a place,
it's a feeling;
and we are
finally
home.

– billiondays

The best way for me
to describe
the demise
of our marriage
is an out-of-body experience.
I watched helplessly
as it all fell apart.

she held some stars in her palms
but she didn't know that he saw
an entire galaxy in her eyes.

Take these bitter parts of me
Sew legs on them so they may leave
No arms so they might never knock on my door

Help me shed them like an autumn tree
Help me find peace and let me be
I don't want to be broken, bitter, anymore

Take the evil in my heart
And throw it back into the dark
Let dying sparks now turn into a flame

Dash away the shades of black
And paint all of my colors back
So I might never find myself half again