Your words, they wash
all over me
and then crash on my shore.
Sometimes I wonder what all this
fighting is for?

You breathe in deeply,
over and over again,
knowing that's how you gain control,
while I try to recover from
the tsunami, that you've caused in my soul.

I must have known,
the full moon predicted,
that your temper would be high.
He also said I should leave,
so this is my final goodbye.

-ZvZ-

Some angels fly and patrol the heavens i presume.
But i'm sure some angels walk amongst us.
They feel as we do, consume poisons and ache over sleepless nights.
They hallucinate and scream silent death wishes.
They have miserable birthdays, cursing the gift of life.

Existing rather.

Maybe I wasn't cut out for this
Affection so effective
Its a chapter in my dreams
Maybe I wasn't built for this
A voice so potent it fuels the poison
That is love
Maybe I don't deserve this
A love so pure the hairs on my arm
Stand
The path of my veins leads to you
My heartbeat..rises like a bird
On a new day
Maybe I wasn't made to love

we discovered each other's depth
through mutual love of poetry

you found the crack in my wall.
all of you has made its way in me.
beneath the well polished surface,
amidst the chaos and howling storms.
you feel at home.
comfortable in this awkward mess.
relating to my weirdness.
our demons nod in recognition.
we discover our compatibility
in our brokenness.