the sticky tendrils of sadness
wind their way into my bone marrow
and make themselves at home
every conscious second
sears my will to live
burns my unalive flesh
leaving a charred mass of dust
in its wake
my eyes are near-empty
the tear glands exhausted
my misanthropy polished on my heartbreak
how pathetic people are
we surround ourselves in the hope that it'll be okay
but my exhausted soul wishes to say:
it isn't worth the effort
it isn't worth the fleeting joy
all I want is my peace
my forever peace
my unending peace
the lack of consciousness.

Just when you think that the nights won't hurt
and the eyes wont tear
That familiar feeling rushes back in
With the force of a brick avalanche.
I love you. I still do. I never stopped.

My love
You broke me into little shards
And I did what shards do
I cut
I cut you off
But in the process
I cut myself off.

The pain never stopped
It got more unbearable
These nights never end well
The crack of dawn brings misery
I can never cry into my pillow during sunlight hours.

The searing pain of missing you
Is tattooed into the crevices of my soul
It aches and aches
Burns and burns
My heart shatters again

My jaan
We were ours.
Your temperature, my fingertips
My skin, your lips.

You seem to always inhabit
The dustiest corners of my consciousness
How blessed
I am

2 AM has become familiar territory
For my breath to sigh upon
How long do lonely nights last?
From here, I say
To here
The length of my threadbare heartstrings

I can sing and sing
And shout till my voice turns hoarse
But you wont hear it.

I can breathe and sigh
Until the moon turns scarlet
But my veins will never stop chanting your name

Every bone that aches within me
Whispers memories of your warmth
And tonight
The wind has frozen my soul

Sleep is a funny thing, isn't it?
It embraces my body and holds it tight
But my soul suffers insomnia
Wildly dancing with my demon thoughts
In reckless abandon
Come to bed, you poor tired thing
Rest your aches
And together we will lie