Solitude not isolation
Beautiful and comforting
like clean sheets and hot tea
Thriving in my own company

Stripped bare

Lost yet aware

Battling the confines of
Perception
And
Projection

My back covered in the lashes
Of what you expect of me
My blood
painting a picture
of who I will never be

Stripped bare

Lost yet aware

Skin reforming
You tried to mutilate and manipulate
But the scars are evidence of my warning

This is me transforming

Stripped bare of your limitation

This is liberation

With a bottle in hand
She is propped on a windowsill
Her long white dress, billowing in the breeze
Her gaze full of
Dead dreams
Unfulfilled wishes
And never had kisses
Yet she doesn’t know this
She can’t see what we can
Maybe one day she will understand
That trying to find answers
At the bottom of a bottle
Will only keep you, Empty and ******.

Under the full moon
All I feel
Is an Abundance
Of
Gratefulness
An appreciation
For all that is
And all that will be
Love me under the full moon
And we shall love eachother for eternity
In all of our phases
Ends bring beginnings
But we shall conquer them together
She always comes back full
The waning never lasts forever

There is beauty in the chaos
A particular grace in the roaring of waves

Mayhem
yet
Order

Harmony.

A torrent of emotions
Thrashing into me
Pulling me in

I may drown in it

The chaos may **** me

but it’ll be the most alive I’ve ever felt.

I miss sleeping next to someone
and not for the warmth of a body
or the simple need of company

For me It will never be that simple

but instead for
Complete Oneness

The synchronizing
of breath and heartbeats.

The connection
of souls and dreams.

Imprisoned by your love
Bound by shackles made of gold
In a diamond encrusted cage
I have everything
Everything I could ever need
Except
Freedom
The freedom to be
Me
Instead of your dress up doll
Confined by
Your standards of what you insist upon me
Frilly dresses
Painted nails
Your pure little Angel
No room for mistake
And there is no escape