my love is on the mountain,

my love is in the trees.

my love is bound by nothing,

not even violent seas.

to my love,

the sun is just a ball of string,

like my soul, it's pulled,

and then released.

and nothing changed.

my friends were far away,

i dried up on the second floor,

listening to childish banter,

just a few yards below.

and i loved you when it snowed,

i loved you before it even was cold.

before you weren't as old.

just a year but you never would know.

im an angel dying for the star's glow.

left without love, and leaking all hope.

i hope that the moment i leave,

is precious to hold.

and when my spirit fades away,

i hope it takes away everything;

from my feet to my tingling face,

everything so hard to say.

you were misfortuned to love,

such a soul who could not hold it.

yet we still loved,

but all for a moment.

like a sun on fresh eyes,

i see you when they're pressed.

i see what you wanted,

and granted you less.

i could leave on a chariot,

and write my own death,

whatever that hides what i left.

a few walls and a floor,

that i've turned to my bed.

i could say that I'm sorry,

but I'd rather be dead.

sweatpants and cold sweats.

sitting swiping social media.

sick but hungry,

ill yet not hungover.

seeing pretty things on a screen.

mood lights along a ceiling.

bright screen in front of me.

swallow drinks to feel anything.

missing friends but I'm sleeping.

wish mistakes into meaning.

where im not vile,

where im not drunk.

keeping promises,

controlling the sun.

soothing your mood,

shining the moon,

hoping that i see my friends soon.

the stars will still glow at night,

your arms will still hold tight.

traffic, sun, stop lights.

a dog will still bark.

a phone screen will light up,

and a splash in a pool.

favorite family traditions.

heartache and time,

love will persevere,

and every drug and downfall.

you'll pay your bills,

make your favorite meal.

you'll talk in theaters,

pray to creators.

fall in love with an actor.

Facetime best friends,

promise love until the end.

socialize and drink,

throwing up in a sink.

in a car, make a scene.

doctor wounds without degrees.

rehabilitate a broken dream,

as a bird patiently sings,

in a room with no shoe strings.

where you're well enough to breathe.

this person is me,

where i need to be.

and the world will sing,

while i make mine okay.

until then I'll be here,

without something to say.