I want you
not in a abstract sorta way
but in every way there is
this on going thing we have
undefined
unknown
far from being untrue
and it hurts
it does hurt
to feel you emotionless
distant
my pride wont let me
touch your gentle skin
that very same skin that I
crave
desire
and dream of
but no
not again
I will not just give in
your words linger
on my hands
in my heart
on my lips
even though we've never
ever
kissed
maybe in a dream once
or in a thought twice
that everlasting kiss
leaving you breathless
leaving me drained
but aching for more
gasping
as if air exists
only when our tongues collide
but no
you're there
I'm here
far apart
but my knuckles
are shacking just
at the thought of holding your hand
and my eyes
are crying just
at the thought of a glimpse of your face
and my lips
are trembling just
at the thought of that imaginary kiss
I want that feeling to go away
leave my haunted mind
my haunted body
my haunted soul
but your ghost is floating around me
and it hurts..
it does
truly
sincerely
literally
utterly  
hurt.

the girl who's wrists shoutout appreciation to her sleeves, never quite knows what to say when they fall down her arms.

but.

but.

but.

just tell me you're not just a little bit proud to wear your scars like badges displayed on the surface of your skin.

We took a dive in the stars.
I made a wish, just one.
I begged the moon, just one more dance,
before we faced the morning sun.

Moonlight lovers, that's what we are.
We ache to be covered in the moon.
The lambency impels us to stay,
until the sunlight compels you home.

Last night rest on my lips, it throbs my pelvis.
You are the star covering my sky.
For we are lovers of the fervor night,
the owls awake and birds no longer fly.

We thirst for the passion that the moon brings forth.
We pine at the thought of the time that's left.
We don't want this to end ever,
and so we count the hours until sunset.

We are moonlight lovers,
We dance in the moon.
We are moonlight lovers,
Until your sunlight love comes home.

Losing myself, but
Finding someone else.
Don't wanna be held
At the lost and found,
Waiting for the right one
To take me home.
A stepping stone-
Not skipped but thrown
Kisses the skin then sinks in
To a sea of possibilities,
Sinking me to it's floor;
The core of my soul
Where I know I drown.
Alone in my own hole
I choke on my hope
And hold myself down
Bound with ropes of resistance
To remind me of my situation
I placed myself in
And caged all that could've been
With chains of my rage, and
Hate and questions.
Oppression imposed as a lesson,
To lift my heart and crush it in my hands.
Feel all the shards of who I am
Stab at my palms and slither through my fingers,
Slitting tender flesh and finally
Falling, crashing to the ground.
Shattered soul and silent sound.
Liquify the unknown
And flow into a hollow hold
Of helpless nothing,
Now I know
There is no home below the cold,
Where no wind would wish to blow,
No-
Not in that frigid box
Of lost and found.