I'm trying try not to feel your worth
I'm in cage , fly my soul away
From you, in moors we shall play here
In empty halls we talk , you walk alone
But I'll run here for you
Forgive if I miss spell
But I trust my heart I won't miss

One by one we need to erase
All the savage and sweet would end here
We'll be no longer here where we belongs to
Afar from miles I cant stop thinking about you
Embrace the winds to feel you were here
We roll in letter by letter
We grow word by word
An endless story without tittle
But still want to name it as yours
We are a empty halls
Where we dwell without knowing our own
I keep secrets in hell
But you were the ruler of it
I'm sleeping knowing I cant stop you
Anymore in my dreams.

You light me, I light you
Yet, too much light may burn us
From darkness to brightness you turned me
Yet, too much brightness may hurt us
You revive my life, You make it shine
But, shine may once **** us
together forever you say
But, togetherness is not the equal to for evenness

always filling

      and emptying

                and refilling

                     again and again

                                   like gas tanks
               to get to our destinations
                          like bank accounts
                 depleting from bills and
                    replenishing from moil
                                 like our bodies
         with stress on the weekdays
                 and relief or excitement
                             on the weekends
                                  like our hearts
          with love in tiny little spaces
   like bottles of cleaning products
                   under our ugly vanities
               like barrels of toxic waste
                      dumping into the sea
                             like porch swings
              on lazy spring afternoons
                like pews of worshippers
               at Sunday morning mass
                   like stuffing our bellies
              with 99 cent hamburgers
                  and draining our *****
                              down the toilets
                        of the unconcerned
                              like spit suckers
                        at the dentist office
                      like pills of seduction
                                   relieving pain
                  like centuries of people
                    and trees exchanging
             carbon dioxide for oxygen

                                                 ...and
     it’s hard enough just to breathe
                           but how lovely is it
             to prattle and wail through
    wasted time and non-existence
        and laugh at our faces hiding
                   behind troubled masks
                   because we don’t care
                        to know who we are
               or what we’re doing here
      just keep on filling and refilling
           our embodiment with a sun
       patch of numbing resentment
      

                     it’s just easier to wisp
                        through the willows
                 than to empirically plod
                       through the bogs of
                                    self-reliance.