Take me for what lies beyond these shining eyes of mine, she said
Beyond the properly placed smile, get in my heart and in my head
And see the casualties in life and how much I pray you won't be one
The beginners have ended too soon, I'm beyond just looking for fun

And she told me that the tears she'd cried were much more real than past-times laughing
Men seem to think she walks on water when really she is drowning. gasping
Pray for a silver knight who isn't actually a beast within
Hoping for a branch of hope amidst a forest of broken promises

And I told all that I could say, to her I could not tell a lie
Hoping my words didn't spark a moment where she'd break down and cry
And I whispered truths into her ear with honesty that was understood
Telling her I no a perfect man, but I'd love her like no one else could

Light dies on its way toward the infinite cold.
Space between points, exploding forever,
If I could look back upon such void,
I would see two solid objects—
You and I at arms.

An ageless tree blossoms where no one could grow,
It stands on the precipice, holding sheer rock,
Winds lash from four corners singing— no,
Elements crying— tree is not a tree,
I hold your soul in stone.

Stars surround stars with death close by.
Each little star will surely die; amongst other things, so will we.
But we have the power of eternity.
Humans surround the world without guilt
Of ruining the land that he built.
Upon the grass that looks so green.
Are us and them, the world we see.
Below the grass that looks so green
Are things that none have ever dreamed.
So breathe and breathe before you lose hope.
You'll surely die and never know.
How life could be oh so, sacred.
In a world where everything's taken.

I was buried by Christmas
And didn't dig myself out till spring.

Now I'm faded from the winter
Brittle, the cracks in the seat of my swing.

Will I sleep until June?
Oh how I wish I could.

But then I'd miss my birthday
And yours, and yours
But still I would

Sleep

Through it all

Waste away time
As if it were a renewable resource

As if time were mine.

I can feel it running out
Sand slipping between the glass

I can't take back hours I've waisted

Waiting,
crying,
sitting through mass.

An hour in a church to pray for more time

What if I took those hours and made them all mine?

The seasons of life are dust in your hands

You'll never receive the hours your soul so demands

You can sleep through it all
Or make something to leave

Or spend the time praying for more...

It's whatever you believe.

you
give me shivers
rolling down my spine
vertebrae to vertebrae
disconnecting what i thought i knew
about myself
from reality

you
make me think it's okay
to have a foot
on either side of the fence
even if it's worth risking
eternal damnation in hell
for fleeting happiness
on earth

you
are an adhesive enigma
to the pillar of memories
the terrible and wonderful
i'll never leave behind
even if i
want to

you
found me during
the worst points in my life
always managing to text
right when i think of you
and when i
am alone

you
untouched by my society
a gift from above
sent from my guardian angel
an amalgam
it's hard to believe if you
are real

I trace the curve of your spine
And write my secrets on your bones

We're surrounded by others
But your eyes say we're all alone

Is it that I'm myself with you,
Or that you're yourself with me?
Maybe it's the feeling of togetherness,
the power of we.

I don't know of it was that **** smirk
Your scent,
Your clothes
Or your jokes
All I know is you turned me inside out
My usual thought-out replies
Replaced with a measly choke

There's really no thesis to this,
No ******, no conclusion

Everything I just described so vividly
Is merely a self-made illusion

I haven't met you yet - the one that'll make flowers blossom in the corners of my mind

Who I'll crave and adore
And with whom I will spend my time

I'm not waiting for you, I have no time to seek

You're somewhere living your own life.
Each minute,
Hour,
Week.

The memories you're making now I will hear about in years to come

Along with your whispers in my ear: "This is it... you're the one."

Maybe you think you're in love now, with him or she

But the universe will make it happen

The one you love... it'll be me.

I identify as the black ink that fills your pen, as dark and wondrous as the secrets held behind your pupils

I identify as the raised skin that marks a scar, holds a memory, and refuses to go away

I identify as the rain on your window that silences your thoughts to sleep

I identify as everything you want your lover to be

The only thing
I don't identify as

Is me