Unheard my scream
dances in the air.
Forseen my actions were,
cruel to you, my people, seems

the portrait I have painted.

Unseen my creation lies
in the rubble with the earth destroyed.
My heart to dread toyed
with my mind. Stare dies

at the portrait I have painted.

Unloved, sitting by the window
I await further notice.
Reflection that malice
has beaten to sow

the sadness into the portrait I have painted.

Energy displays its fickle ebb,
bubbling through tree branches,
whipping up the alley.
This cosmic dance trots on,
eternal music raining from stars,
and it's as if I need just one touch,
one grasp,
to be pulled along, allowed to ride
the current to better horizons.

So when I say I have a weird feeling
It doesn’t mean that I want to do said thing
No
It means let’s do the opposite of said thing
I have been feeling like this since the first night back
I acted casual about it
Didn’t want to make a scene
I felt more uncomfortable there
Then I did when seeing my ex ask me to be their tour guide
It made me question
If you were listening to me at all
Clearly not
Because here we are
About to do said thing
That gave me this weird feeling
And you’re okay with that
Instead going with my idea…
You chose to change it for some odd reason
Now, let’s get something straight
I never question your changes
But in this moment…
I do
Like are we going out for us...or for someone else
If that is the case
Then I am going home
And I will cry because that weird feeling will return
Stronger than anything
Because not only are you okay with letting me have this feeling
You’re okay with me crying home alone
Which makes me question
Are we even friends?

My books are packed.
I held their souls in my very hands.
Now, the shelves howl with darkness.
Hollowed.

I feel empty too.
Neither here nor there.
My life is packed. My books are packed.
The emptiness fills me.

Perhaps, I should take out my books,
Put them on the shelves,
And look at them,
One
Last
Time...

He is simple and silent
He is gentle and humble
Strong and handsome
Born with a soft heart
Sometimes mysterious
incomprehensible
eerie and weird
Sometimes proud and solitude
When he is with me
He is sweet and joy
He smiles alot
Talkative and unbiased
To me he is perfect
To me he is my world
To me he is my precious
Because why i love him is for no reason

a man and i need you
my soul is still a boy
my body has a huge c...
and i give you this toy