When matter reflects on itself,
consciousness materializes
into something more tangible
and realizes all of existence
is floating above its head.

Matter turned and governed
by gravity’s hands.
Spun and pulled by
creative fingers,
shaped into round colorful bodies and
tossed into blackness
to dance alone.

Some are given partners,
little moons to set their mood,
to spin their silvery light around them
and sing their songs at night
to put their children to sleep.

Some stay awake for the song,
some watch their slow dance,
and some look up at the milky sky and
wonder if matter thinks about them back.

I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.

It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived

you are not who
everybody wants you to be

you are you
and that is far
more than enough

i am locked within a cage
of my own making
my hands and feet are ******
from trying to climb these walls
made of my own bones and hatred

i am screaming please don't leave
but by the time the words
make their way up to my mouth
from this prison
only the word
leave
escapes my mouth

Slowly walk me through why you're not mine,
I mean you look at me as though I've owned your heart for years.
Your actions, geez where do I even start?
Maybe the way you talk to me, you stare at me like my eyes are the ****** milky way.
You kiss me like "I was air and you were drowning"
You need me in the most desperate subtle **** breathtaking way it's awe inspiring I tell you.
Your touch! Good God your touch ignites fire , it awakens dormant senses, I mean it's a sincerely playful unconditional ***** lustful genuine sheet gripping lower lip biting kind of touch.
And still after all this I crown the title "friend"
Give me a chance to accept the love you involuntarily offer without your verbal confirmation.
No, I'm not jumping into conclusions  I'm simply opening your eyes to what could be.
You could be mine, and I yours..
Well and then there's that whole issue of how you describe my existence to your surroundings. "She's out of this world, I can't even believe she is content with our friendship"
You **** fool, I'm not out here giving you the perfect version of me only for you to park me in the friendzone.
I'm not the type that constantly aspires to step up the ladder when it comes to such levels, I know my place and will stay there or walk out for good.
Don't hide behind friendship if it's my clothes you want to rip off in order to have a seat saved in my heart.
Argh I know it's not just my flesh that flips the switch with you, you seek depth and you drown with me.
Don't miss out on me coz you were afraid to face what you felt..
Feel and I'll give you free access to eternal contentment.
I was never your friend, you assumed you were mine. You not!
I won't tell you again and believe me I won't bother asking anymore but go to sleep knowing that I was never your friend, I loved you from the beginning and am wholeheartedly willing to become the stranger I was once.