I touch my skin, with ecstasy igniting from my finger tips.
I leave a burning taste, fresh on my lips.
My whole body tingles, flowers begin to bloom.
Hold me, trust me; let me in your room.
Tell me things you've never told before,
Love my free spirit, watch me soar.
Many years dead flowers laid upon my wake,
For many years that's where they would stay.
Till the day you smiled and I fell in love with feeling again.
Flowers now blooming from all the tears I shed.
Bright colours shine, along my grave.
I understand now, it had to be this way.
My heart had to die before I could be alive again.
I had to allow myself to move on,
Become my own best friend.
Dwelling in the past only hurts my heart,
But never visiting this chapter would tear me apart.
I've made peace with what's within me,
I've done it, my sins confessed;
I'm free being me.

I used to scroll through people's lives.
They all look so exciting.
And here I am.
Living quietly.
Content, but with nothing to show.

Now I'm posting my own happiness.
Trying to show proof of something that doesn't live here.
Now others scroll through me.
Subtext captioned, "Can I pull off the happy look? Are you envious yet?"

The sad part is we are all quietly falling apart.
You cannot document a soul,
You can only see where it's been.
You shouldn't be saying "55 weeks ago, I was happy."

That is not what a happy life is.
Happiness doesn't have time to document itself.
Happiness is candid.
It happens when you don't plan on it & rarely does someone capture it in a still.
It's hard to capture something that's always moving.
But I guarantee if it was captured, it wasn't by you.

It was captured happening to you.
You can't force it against its will.
Happiness comes fast & leaves quietly.
You can only invite it in.

Just because we don't talk,
Doesn't mean I hate you.
I am avoiding you because,
I know somebody else has you.

What maniacal deception lies beyond these dulled streetlights
Along seeable avenues under the nights waning , Gibbous Moon
Burrows of iniquity , soma profiles along deafening boulevards ..

With sweet kisses, you destroy every inch of me.
Ripping me open with your gentle touch.
You break my bones with so much passion,
Oh, you are so lovely when you tear me apart.
I bleed from your cruel kindness.

It's a ripple effect
as a pebble leaps
into quivers of navy;
submerge into the
ethereal unknowns--
an void,
but not empty,
as it sinks.