be careful when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a pianist, a painter, or poet

for the pianist will
play through you
with heartbreak notes
and feelings which rhyme

paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
cause she thinks of you as art, too
and you are always in her display

music flows through my fingertips and touches keys with beautiful sound, and sometimes it makes me feel less lonely
but usually, it makes me feel more alone

because it reminds me that when the music stops you are not here and I don't think that silence will ever be so sad

although I hear crickets singing out my window and it does remind me of the times I was happily singing with them under the stars too

do you  think that the moon ever gets lonely,
when the ocean is still, and the stars won't shine
as bright as the nights before?

do you think that I ever get lonely, when i light a cigarette, only to be the one who has to put it out?

well, I could tell you in ten words,
what others couldn't in a thousand.
and I could write a thousand beautiful words for you
in the time others could barely write ten.

because from all the things I've held in my entire life,
your hands have to be my favourite
so you know,
if you know..
that what we have is real;
then it's alright if you love me

Ever since you've been gone
I feel you are a ghost making home in my mind, my heart and my soul
I've tried to tell myself it will get better over time
But if it would, why do I think of you...
And hear your voice speak to me in every song

Why do I feel you when the night wind tangles through the pines and my hair

Why do I see you when I close my eyes and in every dream you are looking at me

Like i wish you still were

If the only place I can be with you is in my forever dreams then I will accept that peacefully

But I'd love to live one more night with you under the stars
laughing and pondering the vast universe painted above us

But I know those days are over,
And you are long gone.
And I, am long gone in your memory
I am not a thought in your mind, nor do I even subside in your dreams.

I'm at a loss for words
when I do talk it's wrong
When I don't say anything
I should

I should show my feelings more but when I do
I get shamed
It's all my fault
I need to stop crying
I cry too much
But the pain in my chest is too sharp
to feel without tears filling my eyes

try gAsping for air when your lungs have collapsed
and then tell me again it's my fault
that I can't breathe

The fullest moon can not outshine you, nor can its darkest crater be as hollowing as you.

Some days I feel every heart dropping love, smile and happy tear to be felt when I look at you

When other days I feel nothing

I feel nothing but a calm numbness and empty ache inside my hollow chest

Because you taught me how to feel everything that I want to feel, and embrace it

But you also taught me how to force myself to feel nothing

Because feeling nothing is less painful than feeling every ache, painful tear and wrench in my soul