never trust a writer
because their words
flung into the air
in a whisper
a scream
or dropped
scrawled
in silence
on the emptiness
of a forgotten stillhouette
has the power
to lead you astray

never trust a writer
because they find beauty
in everything
especially sadness
amd the grey
grey sky
that falls at your feet
along the shadow
of your heart
the one you beg
for them to break
to make you
whole

never trust a writer
because they don't always
trust the words
that tumble from their own
perfect lips
they say them for
their beauty
in the sound
in the silence
they say them
for the way they rhyme
with 'forever'

never trust a writer
because he can capture
your soul
with just a look
holding you
the entire universe
and all eternity

never trust a writer
because they may talk
awake
but they dream with their eyes
open
and closed
simultaneously
and you can never
be sure
which character they have chosen
for you
which character
they have chosen to be
to you

never trust a writer
because their emotions
not always visible
always
consume them
like a strike of lightening
cold
burning
inside

never trust a writer
because they always
know
what you want to hear
and what they really
want to say

never trust a writer
because their knowledge of love
is as infinite
as the emptiness
in the black sky
stars
moments of clarity
that create an atlas
of who
they fall for

never trust a writer
because normal in life
is never normal
in their dreams
and they always
last longer

never trust a writer
because 'I'll love you for now'
sounds better
when they say it
as 'I'll love you
forever'

never trust a writer
because I swear
they do not believe
in the emptiness
of promises
and they will let you
break their souls
just to see
what happens after

This is my train
I'm leaving, and I don't know
Where to

Catch my hand
In your own
The only word I know
Is goodbye

Eyes locking into mine
I used to think
I would never look away

But now I do
And the world moves past
Like the fluttering of pages
in the wind
A book left under the tree
With the smallest heart
The one you drew
While you were watching me

And I don't cross it out
As I follow the map
Of the stars
Whose constellations
Once echoed
On your cool skin

I end up
In a place where I can lie still
Underneath the grey rain
And close my eyes
Sinking into
Perfect
Nothingness
And the shadows
I see

Darling,
There's nothing as beautiful
As the questions
Forming in their echo
With no answer

the flutter of your empty pages
rhymes with my heart beat

i'm bleeding
invisible words

they must be
nothing

isn't it strange
how the heroine is blamed for her beauty
when she does not notice the jester

were it not for her beauty
he would
have not noticed her

i am not frightened
of my body
being contained
by another

i am not frightened
of my thoughts
being consumed
by a him

i am not frightened
of my heart
being broken
seven years
of bad luck

i am not frightened
of you
or him
i am only frightened
of the one
who can capture my soul
who can own me
with a whisper
a glance

when you smile
claiming to own my body
you really own
nothing
of me

One day
I want to write a poem
That captures your soul
In the adjectives
Describing the sky

One day
I want to write a sentence
That you will carry
In your memory
Scarred and stained
For an infinity

One day
I want to write a short story
Of a guy
A lot like you
And a girl
A lot like me
With no lies
Only honesty
And a forever that lasted
Just a while

One day
I want to write a paragraph
About the sea in you
And the sea in me
And how we fell in
Each other
And never needed to come up for air

One day
I want to write a dictionary
With all of our own definitions
Of everyone else's words
It will start from the letter Z
And end on A
Because it will be easier
That way

One day
I want to write an essay
On how the sunlight
Made patterns on your skin
Even after you lied
And shadowed the constellations
Screaming honesty
Into the dark

One day
I want to write a novel
About the way your voice
And his voice
Sounded
Just before
You both were about to cry

One day
I want to write lyrics
For the song
I meant to sing to you
About the moon
And the sun
And how they dance
Whenever all of our eyes are closed
Even if it's just for a second
(Light
Always travels faster
Than sound)

One day
I want to write you a telegram
With someone else's hand
To tell you
How much I miss you
And how my heart
Is not in my chest anymore
Really-
It's shattered across the sky
Just for you to see

One day
I want to write you a letter
To tell you
That you didn't know what love is
And neither did I

But
I still love you

everyone says
that it's the lack
of sleep
that brings bruises
around our eyes

but really
we get the dark rings
from our thoughts
punching us
in the face

we are just the ghosts
of the trees above you

the ones that allow
the golden light
of the sun
to fall
scattered
on your bare skin

the ones that make
music
with the wind
never ending
and every thunderstorm

we are the ghosts
of the beauty
brown and scarred
bleached
to become white
and stained
heavy
with ink
the echoes of your speech

we keep
searching for words
that sound
like flowers

echoing
in autumn
before they fall

but all we ever find
with tired
hopeless eyes
are the words
that sound

like crumbling
petals

you looking at me
the way i wish you would look
at her
your eyes
sweet and peaceful
please look away

your fingers
sought out reasons
to feel mine
to touch
my skin
and you tell me
all the things
a girl
wants to hear

please don't love me
the way you think you should
the way you think i should be loved
my heart has a wall
when it comes to you
and all the others
that aren't him
and i can't
love you back

this will only end badly
the more you come to see me
the more you whisper
what you feel
i don't want someone to need me
or laugh
at the stories i tell
that aren't funny

i don't want to be so apart of someone
that i can see myself
a reflection
on their lips
when they smile

you think i will bring you happiness
and safety
but i can't
bring those things to you
please don't love me

you are not him
and i am not her

Please
Let me slip away
Without a fuss

Don't keep asking me
What 'fine' means
Don't ask me to stay
Or come

Please
Let me slip away
Without a fuss

Let it be okay
When I say
'I want to be on my own
Today'
Don't make
Decisions for me
I'm not too sad
Too be alone

Please
Let me slip away
Without a fuss

I don't want to tell you
What I mean by being
Empty
I don't want to have to lie
And tell  you that nothing is wrong

Please
Let me slip away
Without a fuss

You need to fight for the
Right girl to stay
But it's not me

Please
Let me
Slip away

The sunlight flashes over me
Reflected by the swinging  window
Moving in the breeze

Please
Stay still
Over me

I want you to go

you say
that i'm a hurricane
and i think i'm rain
but really
i wish i was just the drizzle
falling slowly
from the sky
afraid to let go
until i land
on his cheeks

who would stand outside
during a hurricane?
how would i find him?

who would stand without
an umbrella
or undercover
during rain
how would i land on him?

the only
occasional
fault
with reading
is that you become
so tainted
with the characters'
experiences
that they might
as well
had happened to you
and by god
when you read
a person's
definition
of too many
it really can
become
too much

you are like the song
i keep replaying
and can't stop
hearing
the words too precious
too fall from my lips

so i hum them
instead
the way the rain did
above us
that one day
and i smile
when people ask
what i'm singing
because i don't think
they'll ever know

i keep getting lost
on the trail
that winds
through the forest

green
green leaves

rough trunks
in neat rows

repetition
repetition

like a stuck record

i keep
stopping
without going around

You listen
You don't listen
Do you

Whisper
The words you hate to say
I will nod
And smile
And you will
Never notice
Darkness
Tainting them

Your words
Stopped making sense
Weeks ago
And I'm sick
Of your rhyming
aa bb aa
a b a b a

Repetition
Leave me
It's easier
To believe in a dishonesty
When you hear it
Over and over

i hold
something heavy
and cool
against his head

his eyes covered
with satin
disillusionment

spinning
click
and stop

words
burning
my fingertips
unspoken
like bullets
whole
and warm
pressed with my fingerprints
in the chamber

shaking
wrists
trembling lips

i take it
away
because i can't say
it

I am running out of excuses
Of why I want to be alone

The sky contained every feeling
Of every rainy day
Every memory
Of a glint of golden sunlight on bare skin
But most importantly
It contained time-
It contained it
So much
That it eventually became time

The sky wasn't just a cycle
Of a day
Of a night
Separate
The same
Rather,
It was as infinite
As the wind it carried-
Never stilling, or disappearing
Or taking turns
Recorded in seconds
On a face of a clock
On an empty wall

Rather,
It just kept running
Above us

the butterfly
had wings of glass
shattering
it tries to fly
from
the cage
created by me

my palms
and careless interlocking
fingers

the wings
turn scarlet

the sunlight fell over your skin
and seared my mind
with the imprint
of your enlightened
beauty

scar me
again
with the blade
of your lips
against my neck

you asked for a secret
and I couldn't tell you
because you
are my only one

we all make the main characters
in the stories we write
have blue eyes
if ours are green
brown eyes
if ours are blue
and hazel
if they're grey

just so that
no one can tell

whose secrets
line the pages
in our favourite font

selfishness
makes the ink patterns
on hearts
disappear

the stars
become one
and trees
to be bound
like the tigers
around our wrists

swallow the gin
mainline
inhale

forget to exhale

there aren't any trees
left
to make oxygen
anyway

you keep trying
to pin the clouds
to my eyes
when you plait the trees
into my hair

i want it enough
to fade away
and become a shadow

are the monochromatic colours
not
enough for you?

black and white
like the gaps
filled between your hand
and my hand

music
notes
on the paper
that blows away
with the grey
rolling off
the sea

slam the keys
the way your lips
and your gaze
slams into me

and read the lines
and the gaps
between
that represent
sweet poetry
under
the pale moon
and the daunting sky

is it the dark
or the moonlight
that makes the
sad
shadows
fall across
our open arms?

shattered glass
on the floor
saving my mirror

i don't want
to be remembered
forever

tell me again
how we don't see
what we feel

sometimes I lie
on the cool ground
underneath the dark sky
dew seeping
through my clothes
holding out my palm
to balance the moon

in my hand it sits
wiser
and more silent
than yesterday
when it becomes
hidden
beneath a dark veil
of relativity

I whisper
I miss you
to the moon
and search for answers
I don't find in the stars

A whirlwind
Spinning
Knock me off
My fragile feet
Sweep me away
From society
I don’t read
You
My god
To be saved