Passion?
You want to see Passion?

Passion is the lust I feel
watching a dew's refraction
on a petal so vibrant,
and so placed,
that it could not be placidity I feel,
But Excitement.

Passion is when you tell me
to *******,
and pull your hair
I slow down
because
I Mean It

Passion is that flooding spark,
the moment a match
becomes gas,
when I feel
invincibly
collapsed into
An Epiphany

You don't know passion.
Because if you did
You'd know it's not just a glory
I entice,
but equally
A Gore

Passion is having your heart broken,
and looking to the floor
a devastation
Wailing as you feed
your intestines back
inside of yourself
Craving forgiveness
and receiving
Futility

Passion is hearing a song
that rips you to a moment
so far away
and so irrelevant
you feel breathless,
a coward,
and that one moment
that once kept you lit
becomes something
You Can't Control

Passion,...

Passion is a curse,
a bias,
a crutch

As equal,
a gift

Anger,
An over exxagarating under achiever,
Speaks to me.
Pulling me deep in myself.
Taking seat next to me.

Closing the blanket of skin around me.
The silence gets louder.
Hiding from my own worst intentions.

Wait it out,
He'll calm down.

His face flush with a smile;
A grin so malice.

Don't let him get stronger,
Doing his best to make it worse.

The rage is fading.
What happened?

Love.

Love, is an ocean.
Echoes in, forever, motion

Love, is a breath
Too deep, to chest

You asked me what Love was, once,...
& I, knew naught thereof


Well,
Are you a puddle,
or an ocean?

When those that you love
throw rocks,
do they fall
to silt or sand?

Can you,
under storm,
feel the calm,
as it falls deep

Because if you embodied Love
arms out, stretched
shore to shore

& you took the sun,
as you took the storms

Knowing everything
thrown at you,
it'd all fall
to the floor

where darkness
takes hand
to make it all
just, no more

For when you find,
your silt & sand
you'll rest easy,
with the done
& what can

& the second,
you see him,
It'll feel like
you've never felt love before,..

Because you're okay,
knowing pain,
is soon sand

Through my design
These sky blue eyes
Will show a world
That he just might
Change their ways
Or change their lives
Letting them see the light,
Until this boy lay pale and white,
The light behind the sky blue eyes.

I want to sip your sultry sundry,
seething at the very sight of you,
knowing our skin could never be close enough.

I want to embrace the wave that is you,
holding you over me as if a sheet,
knowing I could never be warmer.

The floods that dried keep rushing out
The fire that saved me won't burn out
The hands I wish could hold me now
Hold the noose that keeps me falling down

The rope you use, it burns me deep
Your fog, it blinds me when I sleep
Your tide, surrounding when I think
But I will never seek their love
Because yours is all I find in me.

Though you've set sail
And our love has left
I hear the words beat through my chest
When our love was a sea
Did you ever think
There'd come a storm through symphony

Symphony's storm rushes
Your nails dug deep
So cold in the room
My lips taste the very warmth that holds me
Could never let go of it

You are so radiant
A silhouette to die for
A shadow so present and a fire so close
Take infinity and give it to me
Keep tranquil my mind
And heavy my heart

And then, again, as always
You decay from me
Tearing my being
Hiding in the light until the moment dies

As I myself refuse to believe the very, heretic emotion
Our eyes meet one last time
And you tell me something you could never say
And then you leave

You stole my heart,
The worst way

Collapsed in thrash
A post dusk dance
Where fickle whispers
Dare not doth ask
Digress, thumbing some
Of their finest cask
I'll ask myself
Dare not whispers doth ask

"What the **** are you doing?"

Laid with three
Just this week
Father's Cancer
Shan't I speak
Best friend's a child
So dull, so Bleek

Why do I seek to swerve
Where others swerve to seek

"Your life's a proper mess."

A diligent instrument
Succumbed to drink and spit
His nightly dance,
Thumb in cask
No longer feels so intimate
An idiot reflecting idiots

"I thought attractive people,..."

You finally made it
You Wretch