i see you
formulate in the sky,
until a permanent cloud remains,
for all to see.

You settle in a montaged dream sequence,
a sweeping sentiment of sweet innocence;
in the equilibrium of your natural habitat.

Just a rain clouds tears away.

A utopian notion,
broken reluctance inspired by emotions.
A colloquial calmness
confronts the surface,
we burrow
down,
deeper,
for the winter in preparation of the hibernate soul;

The harsh cold paradise takes toil into the parable.
In the midst of Nirvana with a frozen heart.
A lake remains.
The tears turn to rain and solidify likes scars.
The reign is over,

You melt into my arms.

Out of all the people I have ever encountered, only you relentlessly make veiled influxes in my creations, as I’m subconsciously thinking about your reaction in everything I make and I suppose I am imagining you will someday read this, admire my art, and describe how brilliant I am after staring at my math homework.
No, my sweet companion, I am not as brilliant as you dreamed.  I am neither talented nor creative.  I am simply a girl with too much time since I have forgotten my purpose or saw I had none.  I lost a sense of what I should do with myself when they said I wasn’t reaching expectations.  Don’t call me smart; have no expectations lest anxiety starts explaining the ways of failure.
There are three 360 degrees in a clock and 365 days.  I must find the correlation, as I speak in numbers and calculate in sentences.  Everything has an equation to graph in four dimensions, so math is all I see.
You are already a star that burnt out and became a black hole with infinite gravity.  Light cannot find a way of resisting you and I get why you prefer light to my dust a million light years away that will turn into a star but not in my lifetime.
Dream about me and watch solar systems rotate you.  You are the center of everything in a space without a center.  You **** in particles that might come a different black hole as long as you don’t violate the laws of causality.
No, my dear, you are the brilliant one that discovered how to throw a ball of light in the air and watch it come back to you so that you can catch it and throw it up again.  You are the one endlessly collapsing and imploding.  Life cannot survive inside you only partly because you forgot symbiosis.  You are breaking all the rules and nothing can stop you until we see what happens when an unstoppable force collides with an immovable object.  Only another light-******* creature will get you to talk and I am a cloud determined to become a black hole so that we can create a binary system of rotating giants of darkness.  
I promise that I will catch up to you, but today, I can only write about you with abstract words and too many dead metaphors – because that is all you ever were to yourself – as I imagine you reading my work and editing my math homework that never needed editing.  I promise I will meet you again somewhere in this cold and lonely universe.  I promise that you are not alone and you can give a hint of you hide within your dark horizon.  I will give up forever to find you.

I want something that I cannot have. I cannot have it because I don't truly know what it is. I've seen it polished and propped as if it were on display and I've heard the stories of how much time and effort it took to make it look as such. But I want it. I want love. I want the idea of it at least.
I want the fights brought about by events simpler and less important than the time we wasted to have them. I want to be pained by the sight of her pain and know that the feeling of knives piercing my chest when I see her cry is there because I would literally drive them there myself, if only to prevent her tears.
I want our laughs to intertwine over the smallest things and our conversations to stretch our minds over the biggest. I want to see you sleep at night and I'll smile because I know that you're finally at peace. And I want you to smile when you wake up because you know that I'm fighting to make your reality better than your dreams.
I want love. I want romantic love, I want crazy love. I want passion. I want to pick you up in my arms and in that brief present get lost in your presence. I want to be in you when I am in you and have you wish that I would stay forever. I want to be in your heart and mind, and I want our love to be torturous and blind.
I just want love. I want the idea of it at least.

I do not sleep.
At night my mind is spry
And taunted till I nearly weep
And cry inside.

I've traded my eyelashes
For weighted bars;
I'm dreary as the day passes
And siphons my strength in jars.

When, at last,
I find my slumber,
I wake and crash
Like roars of thunder.

For, whether at noonday's height
Or in the hour of stars,
I dream of fright
Till I can feel the scars.

As it's born, a second dies
And I feel the pain;
Because when I lie & when I rise
I feel the same.

The willow hangs,
drapes the ground,
dances to a tune
unheard in the hum
of cars and lorries,
in the commotion of
people passing in a
hurry, barely noticing
anything more than the
phones tapped with
fingers & thumbs.
But I notice,
I see it all,
the dance on display,
the symbol of sanity
I need today.

There exists a place on earth
Where one can find true peace
A place away from stress and pain
A place where all of it will cease

For some, it's near the ocean
That a calm can always be found
The waves carry all the stress away
With that familiar relaxing sound

The coolness of the water,
And the warmth of sunny rays,
It doesn't take very long at all
Before the world melts away

For others it's the forest
That sets their mind at ease
The world feels completely still
When you're surrounded by tall trees

The air somehow feels calmer
It smells remarkably fresh
Some birds tweet in the distance
And your thoughts again can mesh

So often we get caught up
In the worries of the day
We forget to worry about ourselves
And take some time away

So whether you go alone
Or with someone you hold dear
Make sure to find the time you need
To make your head feel clear