I miss our meadow, where we use to roam. Where we use to laugh, and smile and dance and forget about all the darkness in the world. Where we were free to be ourselves, and love one another. I miss the  simplicity of growing up with you, never knowing what the future might hold, or why for that matter. I loved the way you spoke about the sea, and how big your heart would expand to the mear thought of it. You loved the way I spoke of the forest, cause it was the only place I could go to quiet the demons. Most of all, I miss the sound of your voice, the happiness it sprung from hearing the sound of mine. You dont get another twinflame, until we meet again my shining star.

ive come a long ways
from planning the end of my days
-from a fake smile
to only crying once in awhile.
i thought my days were numbered,
addicted and a drunkard .
but years of pain, i recovered.
thought to be insane,
i remembered.

to be happy.

i thought of you tonight,
tears streaming down my face,
trailing down my neck; leaving that unsatisfying stickiness. Not like i dont every minute, of every day.
But i hadnt cried all year, it started with one tear, that started the many, just from a memory. I guess old habits never fade, snorting away the gloominess of was, or what could be. dreaming of tomorrow but trying to figure out who you use to be. its also the first time I've wrote, since you left earth that day. it feels good. to feel the pain and the sorrow i've veen pushing down for what feels like decades.
the suffering ive been hiding,
and endless facades.
i miss you,
but you already know that.

We may falter we may fall,

                          But if one of us is able to rise

          from the ashes

then others didn't fall at all.



For they live in me and I'm vengeance

                                         watch them all falter.

They will evaporate like rain,
                soaking the earth as they fall.

We may have faltered,
                                       but you fell before
              you thought i'd have fallen but I

like the fallen, we all stand tall...

What's the point
Of living in a 600,000 dollar home
When you spend 40 hours a week
In an office

And two hours watching the television every night

I don't get Americans
Baby boomers especially

Forever saving for the future
They have to have it all
Never really seeing the present

Strange these people

This way is all wrong
Completely and totally wrong

They sacrifice their health
And drink coffee
Their whole lives
And take these pills

And it is all just *******

I will live frugally
And maybe one day buy an RV
And drive around the country

I didn't sleep after I got home last night
After being at your place all day
Sleep wasn't in my grasp
Just like you. Slipping away from me
I'm love sick, overdosed on this
Dopamine rush you give
We've been apart 13 hours
And 9 minutes
And you haven't left my mind
Not for me to sleep
Or for me to really eat
I'm withering under this
Chemical rush in my head
Hoping it doesn't develop
Into a full blown, hopeless addiction
Hoping that it hasn't already
Without my permission
Without my notice
Became an addiction to you
And that amazing touch
That I already miss so much

I've erased
Every little trace
Of you
I'm done
Just forget your debt
Forget that you owe me
Forget the words
That I almost said
That died on my lips
Even when I thought
That they were true
I never said that to you
It's a relief to know
That you never cared
And that I'm not hurting you
When I say I've found someone new
And that I love him much more
Than I ever could you