I want to be a lover, not a luster.
I want to feel the love of one once more.
Not the lustful temporary of passion.
True loves passion burns forever.
Too much our society is bent on, "always forevers" coming to them.
They must explore the world if they want a lover, not a luster.

Not one
but both
no preference
too scared to go too far
curled into material happiness
too far gone to come back
awake but asleep
until morning
and even then
alone again

Please.
Pleading.
Promising.
Pain.
******.

Painting a broken picture
on shattered glass
Playing games
with a fragile heart
broken yet, promised more
Picnicking alone in the dark
Pushed off a platform with rough paws
Passionate sins
picked up a pen,
and told the world what she says

Today, I dreamt

after 6 months of a tiring spell revoked,

I dreamt.


I didn’t dream about a world with no borders,

or a peaceful state of life where eternal bliss survived,

or a habitat with no insecurities or illness,

but I dreamt of selfish motives where I,

I had no borders to scratch against to breathe (my house).

I had peace of mind with eternal bliss of no insecurities of failing and drowning in the pool of lies (my school),

where I had a normal childhood with no mental illness to survive with.


I dreamt a lovely dream, and I still remember how I woke,

I was in an ICU bleeding red, getting high on morphine, as the doctors helped me breathe

another day, another dream.