dreaming sunshine
soothing elixir
backstroke swimming
tranquilize

open seas survivor
floating feelings evacuate
sea salt shake and roll
1,000 stroke communion

turning over and over
nothing much has changed
side stroke view another mile

I've fallen
fallen badly
to be honest
I'm hooked on you

infatuations a lot more of a dangerous drug
than you'd think

you said we'd never be
that you were broken
I want to fix you
but I'm not quite sure I can
I'm not sure my clumsy hands
can handle your fragile heart
held together by only the faintest hope
that maybe true love does exist

I wanna tell you that I
adore you
but I won't take the chance
cause I'm terrified
of your random nonchalance

you told me I was your world
but how was I meant to feel special
when you bounce from world to world
like some 21st century space traveling Columbus

I was always told myself I was in love with
you
but as of lately
I've come to realize
I was less in love with you
& more in love with the dismal idea
of being part of an "us"

I guess
that I've learnt
that it's only from the shards of a broken heart
that we learn the dangers of infatuation

I make a point of wearing silver instead of gold when I can
Because gold is first place
Everyone wants to be golden
So many poets agree sunset and dawn
Are the most beautiful times of day
Both of which are golden
But I disagree
Nighttime has its own peculiar but enchanting charm
With its crowning jewel, the silver moon.
To me, it is agony like no other that surpasses not placing at all
To be placed second
To have come so close
Yet fall just one place short
And watch as the Golden one
Outshines you, the Silver.
As a tribute to the unspoken grievers
The Silvers with their quiet beauty like the darkness
Just before dawn, yet unloved for they fell short
I wear silver.
For the Silver Seconds.

Please repost if you are a Silver too
Comment please! I love to read interpretations of my work.

How can I write about motionless, unfeeling, empty white walls?
You write about your unchanging, cold, blank mind
How can I write about slammed, unrelenting, locked white doors?
You write about your crushing, unobtainable, closed-off heart
How can I write about falling, unstoppable, restricting white ceilings?
You write about your deadly, unfair, judging mouth
How can I write about a room that doesn't hold me?
*You write about your past