I'm simply suffocating,
Still breathing,
But suffocating.

I'm simply stuck,
Still moving,
But stuck.

I'm simply crying,
Still smiling,
But crying.

I'm simply dead,
Still alive,
But dead.

I have lost direction,
In every aspect of life,
In every part of my being,
My soul,
My heart,
My will.

I have lost it all trying to please
Everyone else but me,
Trying to do what they want from me,
And not what I want for me.

I'm sick of playing games,
But it's hard to say game over,
When you don't know whether you win or you lose.
It's a 50/50 chance,
All or nothing,
The scariest of them all.

I have lost direction trying to keep myself from the fall,
I have lost direction trying to stay safe from the storm,
I have lost direction living for other beings than me,
I have lost direction by not being me.

the worst feeling
is when you imagine
a beautifully worded
line of poetry
and forget to write it down.
too lazy to write it
when you're laying tiredly in bed.
and once you've awaken,
certain you would've remembered,
your face can't help but fall
in pure disappointment.
regret overcomes you
as you realize slowly
that those words will never come back.
one can only hope
that this moment of beauty,
this poetry,
between us
is not as fleeting.

I've built walls in front of me for decades,
Protected my mind for centuries,
And all it does is destroy me.

Nobody get's through,
Nobody really knows,
I'm all alone.

I may feel safe, but I don't feel happy.

You think you know me,
Who I am,
What I do.

You're as clueless as it gets,
Sorry about the rest.

Your curves speak to me in ways I can't ignore,
Your eyes tempt me so bad it's hard to look the other way,
Your mouth seduces me,
Whenever you open it...
All I can think of is closing it,
Because I lust for a kiss.

Your beauty is relentless, you bring me to my knees...
Oh, I hail to the almighty queen.

I can remember how it felt when we last touched,
I can feel the warmth like you are laying beside me,
I can taste the sweet kiss from your lips,
As I move my fingers across my own,
And dream of all the things I used to feel known.