Your love is terrifying
It leaves me clinging to the earth
Dizzy, reeling with gravity
It leads me outside at midnight
To climb a mountain and watch the city
Sleep

Your power is thrilling
Your silence all-consuming
Your spirit a tongue of fire
Burning in my soul
I stepped upon the holy ground
Alone

Never alone, looking at the sky
Looking into your eyes
At two AM, in the rain
Being washed, being filled
Your call deafens me, I will follow you
Forever.

I bet if someone didn't believe in me,
and doubted me,
and told me I couldn't do it,
I'd believe a little bit more in myself.
And I'd work
and push myself harder
to prove them wrong.

Tonight I was face to face with a boy who used to ask me out
Constantly
Years ago
Today I ordered a scoop of chocolate ice cream from him
as if it were some usual encounter with a Coldstone employee
No acknowledgements
Just him, me, and the held out ice cream between our distance
It's funny how things change
It's funny how things have changed
And it's quite hilarious how I've changed.
I tend to always search for a group to "fit" in to
But on the contrary I do not.
And just because he forgot who I was
I, along with him, did too.

I (x)
am (is) equivalent to
the negativity of becoming someone who is
neutral
when breaking down the exact same yet half
of being yourself, being yourself
taking afar For a common knowledge
that rationalizes you
To become of an existence.

I think it's just
human
to not fully understand why someone would
forget you
after you showed them a part of you that's
not always on display.
You'll make yourself suffer and mentally
try to grasp
why.
It takes awhile to heal,
so try to forget about it,
just like they've forgotten about
you.

Grey and vast, it comes to me
The darkness of the flowing sea
Strong as storm, hard as stone
Dark as midnight, white as bone

The end of all, the finite shore
Gives birth to salty desert swells
Infinite as breathing sky
Earthbound as the turn of years

It screams, it scorns, its wrath outpours
It cradles, soothes, and lends a home
It is the end of all that was
It is the birth of something gone.

Ancient years mar not the deep;
Waves drown human sentiment
Flashing, pouring, burning tides
Know not peace or lenience

As sea aches for the shore, my love
So I reach evermore for you
Shroud of infinity, beware;
You fall short of the human soul.

For the eternal, I will strive
For the gold I've buried there
Across  paths of the shining sea
I will return, and find You there.

The angst from last summer
is not a friendly pat.
It's a dive bomber airplane
and I'm under attack.

Maybe I am crazy;
maybe the things I think,
the things I feel,
aren't thought or felt by others.
Maybe I'm a different species,
an alien from a distant frame of mind.
Why do these walls close in on me?
why can't I hear myself scream?
Why do I find death to be a solace,
a hope when it all gets to be too much?
Why do I love people who never love me back?
When will I break?
When will I fall?