I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold

over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old

behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle

Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

How the hours went by,
people just passing through
The descending sun ending
a forever with you.

Death is coming
It's coming fast
No use in running
Life wont last

But while you still have your freedoms
Before that day
Make peace with your demons
Before you burn away

most people see me as
a happy person because
i laugh easily,
i smile a lot,
i joke a lot.

but deep down
in my heart,
i am fragile,
i can get hurt easily,
but i choose to not
show it to the world.

instead of being sad,
i choose to laugh to cover it.
maybe you can call me
"the queen of the mask"

by this,
you can tell
that most of the time
when I'm laughing,
I'm not really laughing,
i was trying so hard to hide
my sadness.

Each day
I have this urge
To drown myself into the deep dark river

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine"

No, I'm hurting

I'm hurting because of you

"Okay, I love you"

"I love you too"

No, you don't

You wouldn't do this, you wouldn't hurt me

You don't love me, you just don't want the others have my attention

You don't love me, you just want to feel needed

Rot induced by sunlight
its gaze a blight on color

Purity in darkness
all and none its mother

Some fortitude lies in the void
for it to stay behind
The lack of light it must endure,
the solitude inside
I think of this and think of me,
a creature mostly bright

When faced with shrouded purity what lies within the light?

~

Her smile
  is a precious gem
glowing in the pendant
  of my heart
   every time
she wears it
    *because of me

There are 10 kinds of people in this world,
and binary accounts for them all.

They're happy and sad.
They're ones and zeros.
Villains and heroes.
Villains, yet not all bad.
Despite everything life decides to hurl;
Despite every brick ball of fear
Through the stained glass windows of their minds,
Through it all, they survive.
They're angry and glad.
They're happy and sad.

And in their duality, they're still smiling there
at your sharp hasty words
at your venomous hurt
that you wish so desperately they, too, shared.