i have nightmares.
my demons are chasing me through the dark,
getting nearer and nearer
until they swallow me whole.

i have nightmares.
crawling through the darkness,
slithering in their snakeskin.
i try to hide but no matter where i go
they sit with me from within.

you can't see the demons,
but you notice my scars they leave.
some are small,
others are so
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that they bleed like the oceans are pouring from inside.

we all have our demons.
we all have nightmares.
you are the beacon.
the light to my darkness.

they always said:
"what goes around comes around".
at first i thought i was getting what i deserved,
i did something so vile
therefore i was treated the same in return.

what i didn't know was that it was true.
what you put out into the world
will come back to you.

choose love.
choose kindness.
but most importantly,
choose you when you need.

What's wrong with me?
I was fine the other day,
but now my sadness is all in the way.

What's wrong with me?
I have nothing left to say,
I want to be fine
and i want to be okay, but it doesn't seem to work out that way.

What's wrong with me?
Why is it so hard to be happy
when everything in my life is because of me?

What's wrong with me?
Why can't I wake up
and appreciate what's in front of me?
Why am I always wanting more?
What am i missing, why do i feel empty?

Nothing is wrong with me,
not physically,
but it's what you can't see
that is slowly draining the life out of me.

All my happiness gone,
in the blink of an eye;
I have everything anyone could ask for,
so why?

Why am I still sad?
When I have people who love me,
truly;
Why am I still sad,
when I have a person who cares,
a person that has always been there.
Why?

Your hands graze my bare skin
Leaving trails of tingles in their path.
I get lost in the feeling of pure sin
And there’s no way I’m going back.

You on top of me, skin to skin
Looking at me like I’m your pet.
The smells in the air mixing;
Lust, love, ***, sweat.

The taste of you on my tongue
Causing little whimpers to escape.
The panting and moaning
with your mouth agape.

The arousal in your eyes can clearly be seen.
You like what's being done, don't you puppy?
With your hands above your head,
You're such a good boy like this honey.

You love how it feels when I love you.

my fingers trace your skin,
as your lips trace mine.
leaving love marks in a trail,
as our bodies align.

in this blissful moment
nothing is wasted.
my pieces no longer feel broken,
with the wholeness that you have created.

your eyes on my lips that are slightly agape,
your breath on my neck as you tell me to wait.
not much longer and we'll both explode,
as we unravel time is slowed.

i get lost in your eyes;
bluer than the bluest of icy skies.
i just want your lips
and that unbreakable kiss.

this is what it's like when we loved each other

writing is how i cope.
writing i how i deal,
with all the wounds that don't want to heal
with all the things i don't want to feel
with all the things i don't want to be real
with everything.

writing is my grand escape,
from everything i don't want to face.

around you,
I can be myself.
I don't have to pretend I'm someone else.
I'm finally happy,
when it's just you and me.

with you i feel complete,
like I finally found the missing piece.
the piece that I could never find myself,
little did I know that I needed your help.

you're the missing half of me,
the half that makes me the best me.
I don't care what they have to say,
I. Love. You. Anyway.

come home, my love.
where you are first priority,
and i next.

come home, my darling.
where you are shown love
at all times.

come home, my love.
where there is light in your eyes
and happiness in your heart.

come home, my darling.
where everything is whole
because you are there.

come back home, my love.
where you are first,
where you are loved,
where you are happy,
because it is where you belong.