let me show you my battle scars;
they form on the insides of my wrists
and the dark corners of my mind.

let me show you my pain;
how tired i am from the taunts in my head
and the oh so many
voices.

let me tell you how they came to be;
how i lay
bloodied and
bruised and
broken, hanging limp and injured
after a ferocious battle with
none other than
myself

let me show you my battle scars
in the hopes that you'll heal them;
and if not, then,
learn to love them
for these are reminders that are
permanently marked on the wide expanse of my skin.
reminders of my resilience
and the life I am learning to leave
behind.

Tonight we dance like pagans
Take my wrist with your tongue
******* words like the perfect combination of salty and sweet
Lift me high so I may crumble in your arms
Beads of sweat as much of a story to tell
As the tears you and I have shed over habits and heartache
Floating like a swift mist as heavy as dew
It doesn't have to make any sense
It's the soul finally letting go in random spores of silk
Simply titled but definition entwined
Like the calmest you in my arms
The deity's declare us their favourites tonight
So take my eye with your hand
Let's pray we never have to be alone again

Hello.

Again.

How long has it been?
since you took over my skin?
since you became my sin?
This sickness from within,
I'm sure you want my ending to begin.

Poison in my world,
a perfect place in hell,
inside a golden cell,
a story remains untold.

You want a special farewell
or something for my love to compel?
a destiny for your lies to quell
or a fate only God can foretell?

Do I have news for you..

I still remember how this path began.
A last broken vow, a final failed plan.
Invisibility your surprising shield
as you just concealed and disappeared.

Venom in your words,
a blight hidden inside,
corruption in your cards,
trust always denied.

Goodbye.

Again.

gasping for air
I feel like I am dying
can't breathe...
until at last
I realized I was choking
on my old resentments

as I let go of each one
the air I breathe become
clear and deep
flooding me with life

emptying out boxes
discarding things I no longer need
rediscovering treasures
I had frgotten I had

as I break down each empty box,
I feel a little lighter, more free
soon the things I have been hoarding
are all gone, and I can't rember why held on so long

one room down, few more to go
I wouldn't miss it for the world