How come I can see you
when my invisibility is so present
to
you?

You captured the thundering skies
and lightning shadows
in your eyes.

Can I combat it with my cloudy skies
that I have found
in mine?

More like fog,
masking but truly
is.

Its all too lovely,
or perhaps,
not lovely enough.

there's nothing
it is a void of space
the only reminder of life
is the breath that passes your face

there's silence
it is an echoing of tears
the memories and happiness
is the forgotten love, it sneers

there's pain
it is a drowning fate
the lost and the goodbyes
is the relationship that is too late

there's gravity...
it holds infinity here
the small speck of life
is the equation that we hear

When all I've got
is what used to be
then, in all reality,

what do I truly have?

nothing,
for that is what is.

Gold, crushed,
clenched in my jaws,
too strange to be understood.

Ice cold grips
locked in a stand still
and I can't see you

Angry tears is all you think of
and that is all you have noticed
but that is not what I've known,
for pain cannot be masked that way.

I have seen you, running,
and you are blinded by the
unknown
and that is the scariest thing.

Not for you, or me,
but rather,
us.

Hot touches,
flames consuming quickly,
too quickly to be quenched by
all that you are.

Hidden beauty
and your warm eyes burn silver
and
it is too easy to melt into your mercury.

What have you found since then?

Just a burning grasp of what could be,
carbon dioxide turned to gold,
but I'm still near.

Never far behind, they say,
but that is the truth,
for you are simply what I have imagined,

one of the best,
unrecognized by your own.

Tears rushing down,
collisions,
where have I gone,
spiraling out,
suspended.

I sat there
and no one knows
too easy to escape the questions
but
is it better?
I can't tell.

but with her,
I can.

Acceptance
is that so hard?
It shouldn't be.

I have come down
from where I used to be,
never to return to that
place

Lost in the labrynth,
where are they?
where am I?

Destined to wander,
I accept,
almost unwillingly.

Dare to dream,
only such a fantasy.