I'm scared of the tears

that I don't cry

The days like this

that I don't die

I'm scared of the pain

that slips my mind

It comes back harder

than what I left behind

©

I will never be
The girl I was before.
My demons changed me
Now I'm insecure
I suffer by writing
what I want on my arm.
It starts with a "p";
That word is P E R F E C T
Society's slang word for self harm.

(k.l)

The dusk made up of darkness
The dawn contained of light
As you were the break of day
I was the shadow of night

The bad made up of blackness
The good contained of white
As I was everything wrong 
You were everything right

©

Aligning hearts on the
tilted ephemeral axis watch
the world spin by.

Some not ever meeting true love,
others fondled deeply by its
swallowing grasp.

Searching and seeking out
love never yields the
right diamond.

Be still and love will
find me right.

Forgo chases and pursuits,
resigned to a peaceful treaty
of patience,

for the right diamond will
reveal itself once distressed
eyes finally
rest.

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.