I scream for it to stop.
Everything. Anything.
Can't it all just stop?
The madness, the confusion,
the pursing of my already declining mental state,
which only makes me more irate.
I need the noise, the pain, the way the thought of you used to burn happily in my chest--
I need it to rest.
I'd rather be drowning in the feeling of emotionless internal bleeding than burning from the inside out on your account.
You hurt me once before, and it kills me to let you do it anymore.
Save me or slay me,
but don't just sit, savoring the torture I'm in currently.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

and i love him

voice. intoxicate me with the sweetness that drips from your words, i cling to it.
eyes. your eyes hold me, dark and deep, a beautiful unknown world of exploration inside.
bones. the gorgeous outline under your skin creates a sculpture to me. your airy shadows reflect, absolute art.
hair. from that thick dark whirlwind, a twisted storm, perfectly placed on your head, down to midnight strands across your jaw.
mind. your deep sea, let me dive in, see the mystical creatures and mysteries that lie in the dark. i want the shining soft surf along with your torrential tidal waves.
oh my soul glows for you, lighting my heart up fully.
and i love you, absolutely.

Ask the mosquito,
being small in life doesn't matter,
learn......its painful bite.