the image you make of me
is your own reflection
i am not your mirror
nor am i yours
every lash that you inflicted
was only a fragment of what you deserve
you are wretched
and it is not a solitary presumption
you wonder at your isolation
but i know it is in your making of webs
easily thread, but easily torn down
you are viewed for your fabrication
stretched across a dim reality
along with your people
i see them
in your land of fantasy
a boy's adventure, not fit for a man
it's time to grow up, Peter
the world is not full of pirates
save for the ones that you create
this is not a childhood fantasy
you are not a victim to the world
you're unbelievable
and that's not saying much

radio silence

i am left grasping at weak ideas
plastered through my brain
i do not believe you are aware
of the harm you cause me
in your absence

how selfish i must seem
to desire you for myself
how young and naïve i look
in your eyes of solitude
am i a fool?
for seeing something in your blind stare?
or were you truthful to me there?

the wavelengths between our separation burns
marring the pale skin you once caressed
i wonder at my reflection
failing to recognize myself
for i do not feel the same
you shifted something unknown to me
and with every ounce of strength
i have failed to put it back
you disappeared sooner than i expected
with little more than a faint good-bye

how girlish i must be to you
how weak and desperate
to hold each kind word in such high regard
to you i am worthless
to you i am destroyed, broken
a dead toy
used and unamusing to keep your time

search through your channels
for what you require
but do not expect my reply
for i  turned you to static
at the first sound of change

stolen flame
burnt fingers upon still heartache
wary of the trust in you
my faith stings
beneath each careful step
left believing in something
that is not confirmed or denied

i lay here
hanging
on each empty word
filled with anxiety
i am lost
you are too
but we managed to find each other
in the damp forest

i can't say how long i'll last
in your crystal gaze
frozen in your ways
for i am tired
and full of aching heartbeats
thriving on your existence
but you survive without me

i am lost
i see you no longer here
you have shifted

i am gone

****** out upon the water's edge
frost thick in the air
pieces of hardened snow
clung to the frozen shore
the depths beneath
still quaking with fire
while the surface remains unmarred
cold
you whisper softly to me
careful not to startle
my nervous heart
wary of the water's danger

cast down by lightning
shadows in mist
behind twisted trees
and through tall grass
i seek the heart of an immaculate noble
grazed by frequent arrows
but none strike true
for i am not whole
clear target, without a mark
i strowed my essence over the land
but unable to collect them again
i must seek a replacement
before i disappear
offset by your charm am i
for i am faded
in likeness to the desolate acreage
removed slowly by people
here, in the alcove of my chest
lie my forgotten sentiments
that lead as a stepping stone
into this solitary cavern
caught in your unrest
at the sight of my lightless tower were you
so i caged the generated aggression
and burned for your light, an example
now, quell your swollen heart
with remedies of restful eyes
safe, beneath the sheltered forest
as i fade to my foundation

you've never seemed so far away
locked within my vessel
the land of shades
lacking space for your luminosity
so i await the knight
to crest the hill
dawning the torch of you
to rescue me from the vacant village
of broken greying huts
the fire sparks an interest
in the dying land
and sets forth your phoenix
to destroy all that remains
and when the smoke clears
there shines a gentle light
the saviour from my pallid fantasy
shattered through the night

the inherent loneliness creeps back into my body
heart bent around something that doesn't exist for me
although it flusters easily
i use all i have to fill the void
though it does nothing for me
in the desolate hours of the night
when i cannot sleep because i am alone
i dare not open the chest of you
it leaves more tar across my rib cage
sticky and infuriating to remove
burn me once more
there must be something meaningful in this pain