i'm tired
not because i haven't enough sleep
but because i'm maxed out on life.
lately it's hard to focus
and i'm lacking hope.
people can't see through me.
i've learned this because i'm tired.
i know some days when i smile
it never reaches my eyes
depression has almost taken over
the phrase:
"i'm tired"
has a new meaning
it no longer means lack of sleep
and honestly
i'm tired.

i remember the scent of spring
and almost immediately
there is a sharp pang
nostalgia.

spring
doesn't stay long though
only long enough, to kiss the world
with flower lips
after winter is done crying upon her shoulders
she bids her goodbye,
relieving her of her harsh tantrums
and ice encasing human lives
and gently she brings her warmth
a little at first then all at once
as she passes it to summer.
spring doesn't stay long,
before you know it she's passed
along to summer
depression to kindness
kindness to fire
her memory will live on, however
during times of
ice and depression
heat and fire

my wishes may change but they're always revolving around you
as the Earth does the Sun
and your smile radiates warmth through me
i am the little rock planet
small and insignificant
others attract to you
even though you try to repel others at points
you end up drawing them back in.
example: me

you are a star,
if you think about it.
if i told you this
you would give me that look
that i know too well already
the one where you glare from beneath your eyelashes
eyebrows scrunched...
i'm not sure why you rebound compliments
but i give them in surplus anyway.
you'll just have to deal
and maybe i can install your confidence back
after your gem left you.
i won't be a crystal
but i can be your little rock planet.

it's 11:11 again
and i find myself staying up night after night
to manage to make that one wish
simply: let me be closer to you,
open up to me
don't fight me
except when we fake sword fight
that's ok

the sightless caress,
feeling with their hands.
fingers traced over skin
leaving tingling patterns.
sweet whispers of love
fall off each others lips.

the eyes are not important.
two bodies intertwined,
hearts pressed together
rhythms syncing
is all that matters.

there is not a angel
perched on my shoulder
what is good doesn't exist.
the fire engulfs
all that was good
good that shall be
nevermore.