Even if you're not insane
you'll still see shadows out of the corner of your eyes.
you'll still feel the breathless night cast moonlight on your neck.
but you may not feel the touch that there could've been
if you had stayed awake long enough to say my name.

it's not my fault that i haunt your brain
with nightmares of heartless cages trapping you
instead of my arms wrapping you in warmth and love.
what do we do now? do we walk away?

no, we sit down and wait for the swings to sway.
we spell out each other's name during our late night games.
we unlock the cage that keeps us frozen
like a picture that holds one perfectly still frame.
yet at the end of the day, we'll still scream from the pain.

i don't write
to please anyone
i don't write
for attention
i don't write
for compliments
i don't write
to make anyone fall in love with me

i write
because i feel
i write
because i need to
i write
because my mind is too loud
i write
because my mouth is too quiet

Busted lips.
           Frazzled spirits.
                          Hollow eyes.
Promises full of lies.

You are not real
anymore,
you are not mine
forever;

instead, you are
disintegrating
as I strip apart the memories
and shake out
the sadness -
not a real
sadness, but an emptiness
I may never understand

so I'll write until I do,
or until I've erased
the last traces of you