for the first time in years, it aches
yes, tiny heart, heavy chest

for the love that is absent
no, little words matter still

for the remains of a shattered soul
yes, its own life is at stake

– billiondays

How long did I beg for you and call it optimism
I come home and set down the baggage that has my shoulders aching
carrying you was heavier than I wanted to admit
I run the wash cold, separating yours from mine for the first time
I'd like to think I'm learning myself all over again
I'm taking back the pieces of me you used to hold

you are my ocean,
but i can't just dive into you,
anymore.

because you are my ocean.
and too much of you,
will make me
           d
                r
                   o
                       w
                           n...

This is the end
Another year
Lying under the moon
Without you would be lost
Room colder than Neptune

It does not matter my location
Cough wracks lonely lungs
Roll over
Shut my tired eyes
Dawn forces mornings hum

Do you feel heavy weight like me?
As your emotions fall
I can sense the incoming year
The impressive looming wall

I will write one last
poem which bleed
from my wounds

And in its final verse,
I will write a rhyme,
and say, weeping,
what my heavy
heart truly feels

It's like a landslide.

Forcing my rib cage open just to fit itself inside.

Seeping in through my open mouth and

piling,

rock after rock,

until I can't feel my body anymore.

Far too heavy to move.



It's an icy, rigid tide.

Casting all matter of facts aside.

Drowning in worries but somehow still

smiling,

and giving small talk,

until there's no more sand left on the shore.

Far too helpless to hide.