I've been watching you for days now,
not speaking, hardly interacting
and i can see in your eyes deep thought
like you're always searching now
but what for?

Always standing in the shadows,
like you're waiting for our bond
to just snap and retract you back
to where you were before me.

It's been 1 week and 3 days,
since we fell silent,
and I'll approach you today,
to let you know its time for separate ways.

"We can't continue in silence" I say
choking for the rest of my sentence,

You look at me so puzzled
and so lost in empty eyes,
"Well then... talk?"

"I think," I breathe, "you're not happy here."

"But..."

I look down, your eyes are burning me,
"I've been watching you for days,
You've been searching for ways
to leave me, and... I think I'm okay
with that."

In that moment,
I thought I heard you tremble,
I thought I heard you shudder,
but it was really just you walking away,
It was really just my world collapsing.

So empty, so, so empty.

You say that you're unthought of in this dark and cobwebbed mind of mine.

You say you're vanishing and dissolving from this grey, boring life of mine.

You say I've had enough and I've given up,

you say I'm losing myself and the only person who I've ever loved.

But what you don't know,

Is that I'm too afraid to tell you that;

you're in every single one of my demented dreams; saving me.

You don't know you're in every single one of my thoughts in the waking day.

I could never have enough of your precious company; it is just stolen time, with you.

I'm too scared to hurt you dear, that's why you don't know these things,

I'm too scared so instead I push you away.

And I promise, I'll never lose myself, for your sake; so you'll never lose me.

But my silence right now, will set me free.

Today,

My english teacher,
with blonde curly hair
and the body figure of a stick,

told me,

that I am no good at poetry.

a heated argument then arose,

poetry techniques were
flown everywhere from two
different airports; our mouths,
and because I have the temper
of a four year old,

I hit her.

She was knocked out
and blood dribbled from her nose.

Later,
after she came to,
she apologized,

but I'm still deciding
whether or not
I should let her out
of the classroom
supplies cupboard.

Just another ruled notebook,
with pretty white blank pages,
soon to be destroyed by
pathetic sentences
and poems and rhymes
that make no sense.

Just another hard covered notebook
waiting to be kissed by ink
torn by paint brushes
drowned in spilt tea.

This is a brand new notebook
So neat and clean
anticipating
the countless number of pages
covered in poorly drawn
pirate stick figures.

we are the plague
the flesh eating,
soul disrupting plague.
we feast on your body parts
leaving only bones.
we're taking over the world
and the fleshy human race
will become a race no more;
nothing but mere walking skeletons
with blackening teeth marks.
they will wander
with us taking over the world.

the eyes are our favourite part
we'll send you blind
feeding on your visions
and memories leaving you shells.
you will just become
white noise in the army
which the plague is here to create.

I'll hold your hand
to see you through the fire,

I'll guide your feet
to walk beyond situations; dire,

I'll pave your paths
with no bumps in the road

I'll stay with you forever
'cause all I really wanna do
Is see the ghouls devour you.

I'm waiting





                For the world




                                            To collapse around me





                                                                                              Again.