I'm

Falling apart and rotting away
Insecure, lost, with nowhere to stay
Nothing worth loving, an echo to ****
Endlessly crying on my window sill

Oh west wind, wrongfully called wild, Oh dear and tender Zephyrus, How could your name ever be befiled, if they knew your gentle caress?

A face so soft and rounded strong, warm hands that comb through locks of hair. Yet I despair when I see the throng, your dying visage, my love, so fair.

Zephyrus, why do you fade away? Tell me, let me share your fate. Why, my love, do you look so sore? Is it us? Did we rob you of your state?

Exhausts exhaust, did we take your breath? Did we cost you your very life? Your quivering lips, pale as death, Zephyrus, are you consumed by strife?

My love, stay with me, I beg and plead, Don't perish, Zephyrus, don't be gone. Together, we'll change this vile deed, I'll keep you uplifted, love withdrawn.

Zephyrus, please, where have you gone? Zephyrus mine, don't be deceased. Know that I love you, even though it's wrong, this's my demise. Your song has ceased

Oh west wind, wrongfully called wild,
Oh dear and tender Zephyrus,
How could ever be your name befiled,

If they knew your soft caress?
A face so soft and rounded strong,
And warm hands that softly comb through hairs.

Yet do I despair now when I see
The face that I adore.
I see it dying, Zephyrus, why?

Tell me, let me be part of your
Sorrow and I will take your fate.
Why, my love, do you look so sore?

Is it us? Exhausts exhaust,
Did we **** you in cold blood?
Were you the one our lives have cost?

Your lips they shiver white,
Are you cold, Zephyrus, are you
Still alright? It’s a fever! Am I right?

My love, stay, I beg and plead,
Don’t die there, Zephyrus,
We'll get through this, I'll keep you upheaved.

Zephyrus, please, where are you, are you gone?
Zephyrus mine, don’t be dead.
I want you to know that, I love you, Zephyrus, even if it’s wrong.
I too have died, Zephyrus, knowing that I stopped your song.

He didn’t want me at my best, so I gave him my worst
He didn’t want me or even ***, so I won’t be his first

Fading into the background in the caverns
The caverns of this fleeting beautiful person’s mind
Alone again, but still longing for a time
Where I could be wanted and I was able to want

Nor a version of who I am fabricated
Loved, desired, and celebrated

Without makeup and hours toiling on my face
Nor having to beg anyone with a pulse to stay
Let alone this soul who will slowly go away

what happens after death?
no one really knows.
and honestly --
i don't think
i want to know.

some say
you go to heaven.
or hell.

others like to believe in
the afterlife,
in ghosts,
in wandering,
in haunting what's
left behind.

but me?
i just like to think
its just
that it's a kind of closure.
one thats quiet,
and final.
the kind that doesnt need
to be explained.

About everything

I saw, I cry, drowning tears --


in oblivion.