atlantic is a stupid word.
it doesn’t mean anything.
it’s just a space between,
a tangible obstacle.
unlike empty words like:
we are always impossible.

How soft the world seems to be
On a weekday afternoon.
With clouds in the sky
And silence in the house.
How carefully the wind weaves
Through branches planning new leaves.
The cars pass quietly
Sparse on the road.
It is as though everyone
    collectively
Is afraid to shatter the silence.
It is as though the world is holding its breath.

I've allowed myself to develop a crush on him, but I know I will just end up being crushed, so why bother?

I think that young love is so sad. Whenever I see kids who are really in love, not the fake cookie cutter ****, but the real, deep, passionate kind, it makes me sad. I begin to get sad for them because even if it is the real, deep, passionate kind, it isn't going to last into adulthood. I wish it would but I know it won't. Nothing lasts in the years where we don't care.

Plagued by the slightest sounds,
Every sight I resent.
My mere existence in this place is hostile,
Yet this persistent voice torments.
‘You have to try, you have to’ it says,
I drag my body from the floor.
‘One step at a time, and I promise you things will heal,
You just have to open the door’.

But the sun burns through my skin;
The wind ****** my neck like needles.
All of the elements conspiring to destroy what is left of me,
Even the air feels heavy.
My fragile body paper thin,
Ready to tear at any moment.
‘I can’t go outside, I can’t, don’t make me’
With shame I turn away.
I am defenceless,
I am defeated
I just want to be free.

This battle has been too destructive,
And the road to return is too long.
This crippled soul won’t carry,
Stunned silence;
I had awaited strong.
But my wasted heart and weary eyes are closing,
I want to sleep now
Please,
I just want to sleep; everything is sore.
Just let me lie here.
Let me die here.
I have no fight left in me anymore.

They say that everyone’s DNA
has a different melting point.
That means that everyone has
a different point at which
they cease to be
a person.
At which the very ladders
that create who we are
collapse and die...
leaving us inane and
indistinguishable
from all the other
decaying organic matter around us.
So I wonder
which of us is stronger?
Which of us
    in the appropriate
    circumstances
would hold onto our being longer?
Would I melt into you
or
would you melt into me
first?
Would I fall apart first
unable to withstand
the pressure
give myself up
and everything that has
created me
or would you?
Would the
hydrogen bridges
that stagger your double-helix splinter
and break first?
Would I hold up?
For that matter
what force governs
the melting points of our DNA?
What dictates when
our strength of character will fail
when we will lose
all of ourselves?
No matter how comfortable
in your own skin you are
no matter how strong
you hold your convictions
at some point you will
wither and die.
We are all
such
fragile
beings.