I may never get the chance to feel your lips,
but at least I can say that i've been graced
with the sound of your voice.
And that is more than enough.

I am so
insanely in
love with you

your brown,
owl-eyes.
Your tousled,
feather hair

I am absolutely,
indescribably,
sickeningly
in love with
you,

(you
don't love me,
and that's not
news to
me.)

But I'll still love you
I'll still love you in
that place where
you're spent
hiding
in the trees

I'll love you and your parliament of owls
until the coffin's lid
shuts down
on me.

Is my forever
turning into broken parts of you?

Late night talks,
hours where the entirety of the world,
consists only of 'us'.

Early morning kisses,
lingering just a fraction too long.

Train of thought
Intertwined with the ebb and flow of thoughts forgot
In the purity  of that empty space between your brows
In the shapeless darkness  where feelings allow
Reality to abstract itself
Re-arrange and interact with itself
Here in the pits of imagination and firing synapses
I lost who I was
But found who I came here to be

Its that moment
Where stars collide and neurons click
That everything becomes clear and confusing
All in one instant
And that painted smile
That empty gaze
A fabricated innocence
But im drunk
Im drugged
Intoxicated
By both and without my own accord
Yet the truth is there burning
At the pit of my stomach
In the silence
In the solitude
What is said and unsaid mean untold multitudes
Oceans of information
Between longitude and latitude
Of lies
To what degree are we innocent
Which part of our guilt do we claim
And proclaim that we have nothing to do with it
Our own demise
The destruction of happiness
Of wonder, bliss
Of everything  sweat for
Cried out, bleed and wet for?
But therefore
I’m not longer afraid
What can you do a corpse in a grave?
For I have massacred my self
My soul is one with nothing but the shelf of
Emptiness
On which I placed myself upon
Believing magic like a pawn
I’m simple
Destitute in truth
But it would just take a word
From you
To make it absolute.