A surreal affair
Intense kisses -melt my skin
Limerence deeply seated within.

The way you look,
When it's only you and I.
You can see my heart through my chest,
I wear your name on my arm -my sleeve over it, dressed.

We were coming together
Ye were coming apart
Collapsing, just like you do into me,
like my chest that rises back to your cheek.

Threading lines in my mind
Trying so hard to find
Tracing lines on your skin
'til I formulate better words within.

Treading words in my head
They're crawling up my throat to be said
They come out my fingertips
I hope you understand, though not from my lips.

Threading lines through my mind
Trying so hard to find
Tracing paths on your skin,
That I'll find home somewhere within.

It's a very, very poor state to be in,
To feel like you're missing something inherent within,
Feeling like you're missing a limb,
And they do say that lovers are extensions of them.

Loneliness indeed can ****,
And oh, believe me, it certainly will,
Feeling like a hole is in,
The place where your heart shoulda been.

And you miss them so much,
You won't let anyone in, won't let anyone touch.
Pining or longing, 'Cas you're sick of feeling like you're not belonging,
Don't the two feel strangely similar? Still, There's nothing I can do.
I just wanna be next to you, I just wanna be next to you!

The way her chest falls and rises again
to come back and meet with her clothes,
I find it comforting - not sure why,
but I do.

Maybe, It's because when I see her breathing in,
Slowly, relaxed, on time,
She can do it, so then I know,
So can I.

The waves come in and hug the sand,
Just like her chest does in breathing.
I come in to hold her hand,
but she's forever leaving.

My eyes burn,
From the rising sun,
It's today's turn,
But dark will always come.

The emptiness inside;
If feels like all I have is a void,
A vacant body, with a broken hollow heart.
And I hide.

I've never been one to be dependent on much,
But I need you in viewing distance, 'cas it can't be to the touch.
I couldn't even go today with you you,
My darling,
This shouldn't be true.
You need to make my heart a ruin.
You need to break it so I'll stop needing you.

I wish there was something I could do to make it stop.
Oh, it aches from the bottom of me to the very top.

I don't think you really like me,
I think I'm just there.
And stumbling and stifling,
This doesn't seem fair.

Sharpness no longer stings,
It takes my arm and quietly sings.
Sharpness no longer stings,
It takes me and soundlessly sings.

Sitting quietly in the hall,
But I can hear you through the wall.
It's okay to not always stand up tall.
You don't need this wall, for me, at all.

It would be nice sometimes to know,
That you're not afraid 'let your feelings show,
You can be vulnerable with me, you know?
I only want to be there for you.

I mean, it's hard for me not to feel,
It seems to be the only thing I do anymore that's real.
But not everything's about that when it comes to you.
'Cas you matter so much more to me, than I do.

I wish you would just stay longer, a little while,
And we could chat awkwardly, just so I can see you smile.
And I really don't care, they can say whatever they say.
I just don't want to ever see you walking away.

When I look into the mirror and see myself,
I do not see a thing.
I just about I recognise who I see,
And I'm not even sure if they look okay or ugly.

I looked into the space because I thought it was a mirror,
But yet, is this a reflection of me?
Certainly, now, I see.

Can't you remember the brontide?
how we tried
to hide
in eachothers embrace
face to face
away from that place

All I want is to be back
let the rafter break
wind so strong
makes the house shake
the good winter
as a soundtrack to us
we could rebuild the truss

Welcome in, there's no one home.
I'm always all alone.
Vacant as the night sky,
but the twinkling is a lie.

The lights are on,
but the warmth is gone.
Like the sun going down behind the hill-
You're always leaving,
'Cas these are spaces you can't fill.

The buds of new love, snipped-
as sad a sight as the body of a bee, dead amongst my feet

We should be flying too

through fields of wildflowers
but we were not granted
what we should
as one finds a kindred soul
we may not have eachother

losing days
and losing time
I'm sleeping in
I'm flying

losing mind
do you mind?
not sleeping right
can't find

time rushing by
nothing seems to heal
too much of a feeling
so I won't feel

rid the keeper, restless sleeper
wound getting more complicated
and deeper