its funny
how we take refuge at night
stuck between
lingering and lurking
when everything and nothing
is wrong and right
all at once

thoughts deep enough
to drown us
drip dry overhead
staining our bodies black
as the sky outside our lazily cracked windows

every sound is amplified
limited eyesight
heightening our sense of hearing
encouraging us to remain
quiet
dark
calm
but never asleep

youll learn to
respect
the demons
you share
this earth with
when you realize
that some of them
reside within you

i have nothing
left
to give you
but my
tears,
but ******* it,
i'll give you those,
too

we broke
each other,
so its only
fair
to say
that you
still have
some of
my pieces
with
you

its easier
to fall back into
old habits
than to fall out off them

because who falls
out of a hole -
especially
when you arent even sure
where it begins
and where it ends?

the finality of flame
smoking out my compassion
i watched the remains
go up in orange ribbons of goodbye

my heart will continue to beat
regardless of whether or not
you are still within it

when it is cold
i want to freeze to death
and when it is hot
i wish to burn

so whatever the
circumstance
i always wish
to find the way
to die
most violently

i'll be your
yellow
brick
road
i will lead you
where you wish
to go
and you can
step
all over me

i cant imagine
myself
loving anyone else
but i can imagine
you
loving anyone

you appear
in a
breeze

rustling
a few
of my
leaves

only to
disappear
as soon
as i
remember
you

when he left
it was as if
someone had
flattened my veins
and poured my
blood
into the ocean,

because i cannot
shower
or drink
or swim;

i can only
drown
in the metallic
taste
of my own plasma
creating a new
universe
without me

he wants to sleep
forever
and she cannot stay awake
for two people

i never realized
that cutting you out of me
would mean
ripping my whole body apart

you planted your roots
in my veins
and tangled your stem
within my stomach

leaves are curling
out from under my fingernails
and petals are sprouting
from my scalp

i am vomiting up your flowers
and they are
the same shade as your eyes

you say you
wish to protect me
from the wolves
circling
around me,

but your words
are the things
that bite
like a canine's teeth.

so let me lie
with the wolves,
and let their fur
protect me
from the chill
of your heart.

i am alive

and you are but a
copy
of a copy
of a copy
of a copy
of a copy
of a copy

when the puppet
finally
breaks free
of his strings
you'd better be
careful
that he
does not
choke you
with them

she looked out the window
with a sad smile
the image blurred by rain drops
"youre crying just like me"
she whispered

i am like a moth
willingly flying
into the light
only to be burned

maybe i am
willing to lose
my wings
because i
want to remember
how it was
to not be able
to fly,
back when i was
a flightless creature
who loved the moon

maybe i am still
not worthy
of wings

its the things
that were never planned
that taught you
how to breathe again.

it is meant to be
give and take
not
push and pull

the effort
should not be
the struggle

the concept
of an eraser
looks good
on paper
because in
reality,
that is the only thing
it works on

when do i know
how much of myself
i should change
and how much of
someone else
i should leave behind

seeing you
is like
having a
ghost
walk through me;

i can feel
all of the
memories
off who you
used to be,

but you
arent there -

at least,
not anymore.

i learned
that my heart
is as large
as my fist,
but that
doesn't mean
that it is
as strong

when you care
too much
about those who care
too little
you start to care
too little
for the one person
you should care about
most
and that is
yourself

how lovely it is
to be a werewolf in disguise

full moons come
in the form of pain
transforming me
into a monster