I still hear you at night,
sometimes i wish you didn't die;
even the moon misses your sight,
I wish I knew why
we never said goodbye;

I loved your precious mind.

She is to me
Like fire to frostbitten fingertips.
I cherish the silver sliver
Of her sweet, tempered knife
Invading a dull, grey life.
My stone,
Fragmented over planes
I knew naught existed.

All the while, I cannot share
This secret spell
She has mistakenly casted over me.

As I am the cloth close to her heart,
Weepless and waiting-
For her to draw me
Towards the flame of her lips.
I will never tell her this:

I am a thousand pieces.

You fill yourself with toxicity
Wish you could see
The beauty I find
Which lights you up

It never goes away
Always there
Your brown locks
And everything below

Your smile shines bright
Like there's not a care in the world
But I know what's hidden underneath
The things you want to hide from

I wish I could know
To hold you while your spiral happens
So you feel my embrace
And be loved instead

I know you hide from yourself
I wish I could tell you
I'll care for you
But I know you won't believe

Is there some way I could show it?
That I'm not going to leave
Because of your inside
Haven't I given you proof already?

I understand it
But sometimes you have to explore
And discover the pain
To turn it into comfort

You'll never find satisfaction
With your inside
If you're lying to yourself
It'll effect the outside too

I know it's hard
But I want to do this with you
I don't abandon people
So please
Can I come in?

Your Joy is my joy
Your happiness my own
Our beginning bittersweet
Premonition of it's end.
Those I love the most
think of me today.
My dearest darling
beloved forever
m
o
r
e
Omnipresent remain
our treasure tree of life
our paradise lost and found.
~~~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
~Copy Rights apply~
Sep-2020 revised 03-21.

Why do You appear to me?
In the reflection of a beautiful shell standing speechless
Looking at Me that way
On the sand where I thought our futures remained faultless
I don't want You to look at Me any more  
My face is deformed and You don't care for Me any more

Look away while You can
And gaze at Your reflection
The burnt ends of My anger toward myself
And the negativity of a life void of affection

Are making those ends fray and split
Like a stalk in a breeze
Calm and collected
Helpless and at ease

If nothing at all
then something, somewhere