Wanting to feel
The sensation of something real
Needing to heal
Wounds I never wanted to reveal
What I conceal
Will only lead to a repeat ordeal
I keep taking the deal
While not understanding life's appeal

©2024

He scattered the fragments of their life behind, enticing her to follow.
The constant gnawing emptiness always
left her feeling hollow.

She still strode behind, hand outstretched
her hunger growling for more.
Even though she eats what she’s given
it was rotten to the core.

That toxic heart and what little it gave
Made her mouth fill with bile but salivate.
A starving rat doesn’t want waste
but with time and starvation
it develops a taste.

Anything tastes good
if that’s all you’re ever given.
He pavloved her to accept this life,
her heart has been conditioned.

But the trail runs out
no more love left to leave,
what he had to give was always finite,
finally, reprieve.

You’re done starving,
habits can break  
sit down my love
I’ll make you a plate.
♥

He is an alert child,
trapped in the predicament of
growing up,
swollen with a forceful,
armed heart,
sinking in an intensifying
neutral panic,
in the middle of innocuous paradise.
Parched,
hungry for tranquility
among a ripe, fruity spring.

I want to crack you open with unconditional love, to see what’s inside your tough exterior
I want to watch the smile dawning on your face grow wider and wider until your cheeks hurt
I want to hear you talk without giving it a second thought

Lose your cool. Yell until your voice grows rough and raspy.
Bury your face in your hands and cry
Just once, give me something, anything, to see what’s inside your tough exterior

Since a year and nine months before my first birthday I've been unwanted
The only way for me to not feel unwanted
Is to not be around for unwanted to be an option
Watch that be the day I am finally wanted
And they'll have the nerve to say, "this is not what we wanted."

©2024

A grasp upon my chest,
You're still a thief in disguise.
I never truly belonged to you,
Just a phantom in your eyes.

How does it feel like to carry half a moon and half a night.
like Standing half in sand and half in sea.
like Watching a boat on the shore, while drowning.
& Writing your name on the sand. half of it on surface & half in water.
Don't you think its perfect, may be only half of it.
Reaching the end, or celebrating it while standing in half of it.
May be its the last minute or just half of it.
May be the half that is untouched is more precious.
There must be a reason half in heart and half remains
within you.
Its better to be half a fool for half a dream.