When you go
you take a piece of me,
and yet I am complete
more replete than I have ever been,
a fuller person than the one you would have known or seen,
I am myself, at last,
no longer victim to our complicated past,
and as we part of course there will be sorrow
for you it ends
for me I will step forward to tomorrow

I call you up to hear your voice                                                            ­                                                  
I know it's lame; I have no choice                                                    
   Now what am I supposed to do?                                                              ­                                              
   It's all that I have left of you                                                              ­                                                   
 I know that it has been years                                                            ­                                                  
  But despite crying many tears                                                            ­                                                  
  They've never stopped or healed                                                           ­                                           
  My broken heart & how it feels                                                            ­                                                  
  Since the day you didn't come home                                                             ­                                                
  I 've left your voicemail on the phone                                                            ­                                                                 ­       
Your things are how they were left                                                             ­                                                     
I haven't changed anything yet                                                              ­                                                   
    I just can't bring myself around                                                           ­                                               
 To the fact that you're in the ground                                                           ­                                       
Because I can feel you here with me                                                               ­                                              
 Exactly where I need you to be                                                               ­                                                     
   I have all the pictures you made                                                             ­                                                 
Been on the frig since second grade                                                            ­                                                  
   It's like you never went away                                                             ­                                           
  And I need it to stay that way                                                              ­                                         
 Your clothing still smells like you                                                              ­                                                   
I can't even clean your room                                                             ­                                                 
    I open the window each day                                                              ­                                               
 So, you can come in & play                                                             ­                                                 
  I still long to see your face                                                             ­                                                  
 I wish I could take your place                                                            ­                                              
  So young & carefree of heart                                                            ­                                                
Your passing tore me apart                                                            ­                                                
                                                                ­                                                    
It's something I can't accept                                                                      ­                                         Perhaps until my own death

I’ll disappear,
Like a caustic wind,
Pestilent, killing growth
Bridges made of vines divide
Greener pastures die, wheat yellow brittle
And in the blink of an eye
I fade away, ethereal, lost in the expanse.

Far out of reach, the stars betray
Misaligned, I can’t trace your face
Lost in the splendor of diamonds
I’ve blinded myself--
Flailing like a flickering flame,
Effortlessly burning for you
Endlessly searching the cosmos.

Brackish waters,
Consume me,
Pull me under to the bottomless
Floating in the deepest depths
Indebted for the moments stolen,
All I see in this infinite is a silhouette
Staring back in an umbral effigy
Will it feed my lungs oxygen
So I can breathe you in one last time?

We romanticize the dagger piercing,
Ripping tissue and muscle to find,
My heart lacked a cadence,
Syncopated, arhythmic.
Moribund feelings mourn love
That you stole like a hoarding wyrm,
Smaug smelting until the smog
Cast me in the molten gold
Plated for your pleasure

Arctic cold,
The skin has gone rough
Eyes bored out and reddened;
Anger steeped like a Sunday tea
I’ve been granted a chance,
Seize away humility.
And chase the storms that married me.

A cyclone wedged inside a typhoon
Bedded with a knife wound
I’ve carved my heart in the shape of one,
A valentine unsent in the place of your scent
I smell of smoldering flesh
I am of the lingering dead
Swamp bathed and doused in kerosene
Can you see my devotion now?

As I dance alone,
Under the starlit nocturne
In a sea of flames!

My apologies were always crumpled paper that you'd throw away,
I still apologised, hoping you'll let me stay,
now the papers are covered in ink and blood,
as all the memories flood
now u fall on your knees on my grave
all the crumpled papers that you've saved
the pain flows from your eyes to your cheek
and now I rot cold and bleak.

the abundance of possibilities
is making my stomach upset.
i feel like i forgot something,
i feel like i'm always catching up.
the ceiling is getting closer,
i think i'm about to throw up.
everyone's asking who i am
while i dream of a factory reset.

the sun's bleeding into the horizon,
the sun's taking its time to settle and set.
the infinite number of possibilities
is making my stomach upset.

The height of the cliff,
It draws me near.
It seeks out my rifts,
Takes away my fears.

The silent crashing sea,
It calls to me.
It brings a certain peace,
A calming finality.

The whispers of the breeze,
It soothes away crystal tears.
Gentle whispers of lullaby,
Echoing through the years.

The solid rocks below,
They tell me "come",
Their strength and rigidity,
Enough to lure the numb.

And so I stand at the edge,
Take the scenery above,
Before I succumb,
To the pull of below.

The blow. The flow.
My arms are wings thrown,
Yet the only way to go,
Is down, where peace and silence grows.