i am falling in love with the way he speaks
because he shouts
then he mocks
and demands to be heard
but then he listens
and he stops
but promises his return

You may not always see him
but i promise he is there
he will always steal your breath
but Death
i do not care.

This kind of sadness overwhelms without an alpha or omega

There is a summer
but even she comes with the rain.
Youre type of season
that never brings the pain

when they told me to define perfect
all i thought of was you
but i cried
punished myself -  i stood there and swore
because deep down i knew, you were always so much more.

i dont want to wake up anymore
i just dont

breathebreathebreathe.
can you hear me?
im begging you to breathe.

In my desperation
to understand your disappearance
ive mulled that word over in my maze of a mind
way too many times
i can no longer find its meaning.