I used to picture you with vibrant colors,
With melodies you once sang,
with flowers that smell as precious as you.
They were rocks thrown at me.
They were small yet brittle.
I stood still,
you could barely notice those rocks,
Those rocks accumulated in me an
Soon enough it impaled me,
I pictured you mourning,
Selfish of me yet i pictured,  
I wanted you to breakdown just like i did,
Piece by piece, drop by drop
I wanted your flesh just like how i gave mine,  

“A feat of friendship!” i remember backbiting you.
Yet a piece of me wanted sympathy,
A piece of me wanted to be heard
as this impale by life hurts little
because your ignorance takes it all.

My eyes bulge out to escape
this tremendous crying,
My heart strains its muscles
to break the rib cage,
neither cared nor ever will,
it eludes from this turmoil,
day by day i watch my skin
sullied,
and those non-existent muscles
ailing as they drag throughout the day,
my bones are of dust,
now i feel as my body would appreciate a ever-lasting hug from
mother earth,
as her fingers glid through my ruins and feed nutrition
i would like to dissolve in this moment,
wholly all the flowers which grew upon me
will tell stories of me,
of a girl too young to breathe
so she kneeled.

I don't really like the way he found you.
No.
I can no longer pretend.
Its more nauseous to think about as
you were drowning in river of Nile,
even sinking in sand for a while,
deep and deep you were crawling
yet he found you,
his gentle caresses,
his soft tone enveloping cherry blossom and
those eyes which race to capture your beauty,
those lips had prayed for you,
along with sugar talking they had prayed for you
his desperation sickened me to core,
saying how meant to be and how you are so much more,
when your struggles encore,
yet who i am to judge or tell you how love should be
love finds in times one is suffocated to be in,
so,
alas i go listening to your stories

How does one tell another that he’s loved her since all those years ago and everyday since. She occupies my mind like raging tempest but even as the storm goes on I can’t help but find comfort. Her presence is that is an angel pure as the rain on a summer day. As beautiful as a sunflower in a field of roses. As these cold years go on I always mind my train of a mind right back on track to her. Alas I don’t know how to tell her even after these long dark cold years that I’ve loved her since the first day i saw her until now. I don’t foresee me ever not loving her.

Your future shines bright from the heavens
I wish you'd see it for yourself
But instead, I watch your sad eyes look back
on pasts and regrets
and also continue on with a smile

If only
I could grasp the darkness behind their eyes
And thread them in between the stars
Of the newborn sky