Night skies still murmur your name. Whilst wondering why this longing has since surpassed desperate, I sat-
Curled up, knees to chest
Clenching my flesh in hopes to hold on to my last ounce of existence.
I felt naught but daydreams of nightmares haunting me, relentlessly.
Preying on my thirst for passion
Destroying my notion of love-
Tainting my eternity.

-danielle A. Watson

I feel wierd
letting you know
how much i care,
or the fact that i-
miss you more than anything
and i wish i were there.

Its different how i trust you
no matter how far
you are
and funny
how i still think of you
when i see a shooting star.
Maybe its better
not seeing you all the time
Maybe ill appreciate you more
and you;ll always be on my mind

Its so hard missing you
as much as i do
so sad that i cant kis or hold you

I want to cry until-
my tears form a river
that will lead me to you....

I am not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.

I search for answers
in others eyes
in poetry
and lyrical salvation

You're in all of them
my muse, my idiotic refuge
I feel alive even thinking about your skin
your simple movement
the way you curl your fingers around my hair

I come home
away from my toxic trembling addiction
I step into my platonic robotic role
pick up arm
put around husband
smile
keep going
somehow

if my time was inscripted
love letters to you would shock
this world I've created so innocently
for myself

this world of longing
and an empty stream of foreign trash
unnatural being

I am that stream

my days are alight
and nights burn
in a quiet fire
love's incandescent longing
parches me dry
and yet
in that constant flame
I find you

Beat down,
Under the heat of day,
Burnt with longing,
Irrational hunger,
A lust for pain,
That only that which I cannot have,
Can put to rest