my mind is on fire,
my soul such a liar,
both dress up my hopes,
indifferent attire,
the eyelids wide open,
my pupils are cold,
a scent of scorched dreams,
slowly drenching my nose.
I'm a world where its yes,
And all yesses mean no.
but the no's share a secret,
that nobody knows.
and my loved ones are helpless,
like a picture in frame,
for they all say the same **** thing:

'I'm sorry,

so sorry,

that you're terribly insane'.

a couple cups of coffee,
a candle cooing in the corner,
carried candid cravings away.
creased the coarse corners of a book,
a kind of caffeinated carelessness,
where others haven't looked.
and so the moving heart, with misery,
resolves to have its day.

i made my bed,
as it loved every word,
i never said.
i just wish that the world,
could too.

at the bottom,
I felt everything,
but I didn't get far.
my worried friend's faces,
kept me drunk without cars.
shoved my shoulders from bars.
let me look at the stars.

yes, they love who you are.
they picked lies from your eyes,
saw the times that you tried,
knew that somewhere you cried,
said it's fine when its not.
to show fear without fight,
ways you coped with the night.
how you fed yourself lies,
how the darkness felt better,
when your day wasn't bright.

and at times you felt love,
when it wasn't alright.

gave up love,
to read books.
traded truth, trust,
your second-looks.
tried the drink temporarily,
found an edge,

treaded carefully.

yet I crossed,
and it's cause of me.

picking up,
the fragile frames of,
my windowpane.
no patience placed in me,
i'll leave them on the ground,
to let them be.

so,
like the love I used to have for self,

I guess I'll just leave.