Before me you sat framed
infused hypnotic eyes
with your liquor of sorrows parched at your left.

Tracing your fingers as they clenched each card continuously -
as if your mind was programmed by your own demon.
As each one failed, you were stripped of your dignity
your worth. You would then seep further into that chair.

Still I would watch, incase you drowned.
Then again the cards would pile upon the dusted table
and you threw them so feebly, so hastily.
And I held your time in my hands
remorsefully as it poured out my own creases
like sand.

You told me you were hurting,
the sight of this ripping paper, shredded by your eyes
only reminded me of how you once tried me.
I didn’t lose it for you, nor did you win with me.

Yes

I see you
imaginary
Naked woman
all of you
Now

I dream about you in my sleep
I clutch your hand holding mine,
As your arms wrap me in a tight embrace.

I dream about you in my sleep
I hear your whispered words in my ear
As your lips lay kisses across my cheek.

I dream about you in my sleep
I feel safe in your presence
As you stand by my side.

I dream about you in my sleep
But when I wake I can’t see your face
As I realize a dream was all it was.

I dream about you in my sleep
But when I wake I remember you were a faceless entity
An imaginary lover of a long forgotten time

It is the beauty you hold
And the perfect heart
That’s driving me crazy
I close my eyes to see your smile
So it could enlighten my mind

I will love you better than you do
I just need you to love me back
Hold me closer to your body
You are the only one I need
And you deserve a true love

stuck with the idea of you and I
always want you here by my side
do i actually have feelings
or am i just here for comfort?
yet here I am
willing to accept for who you are
even your flaws,
your flaws that i hope to turn into something beautiful.
maybe im just out of my mind
do i actually have feelings
Or is this just caused
by the idea of you and i that i have made up in my head?

"The Deep"


Imaginary knifes and illusionary wounds?
Yet so much blood and screaming

Inescapable knifes and unavoidable wounds?
Yet thought is the deep of suffering