She wanders at the edge of her existence,
her mind long overgrown with wild nettles.
Her heart’s lost in an opalescent distance

where the moon spins into cobwebs as she listens.
Her heart beats like a war drum, then resettles.
She wanders at the edge of her existence

and stumbles on a winding path that glistens
with blooming garden beds and bleeding petals.
Her heart’s lost in an opalescent distance

to reach a rose-gold sun that slowly christens
the day into a burst of blues and metals.
She wanders at the edge of her existence,

the willows bowing at the sun’s insistence.
While waiting to see where the shadow settles,
her heart’s lost in an opalescent distance.

She recites epics to her heart, but if it listens,
it remains concealed among the moss and nettles.
She wanders at the edge of her existence,
her heart lost in an opalescent distance.

View the scenery
The lesser of attractions
Beyond the lights
The stars
And in the vast, the blackness

The backdrop endlessly
Speaking to ears
Not hearing
I feel you out in space
I think of you so clearly

Prayers float from my mouth
Answered, forwarded to voicemail
My ceiling holds spaces
Atoms form me
And my jail

It’s electricity
That makes chemicals in me
The forms the lonely
Forms the empty
Filled with the scenery

I wish for a dreadful thing
Every night
Wonderful though it may be
My pillow by my side
Emulating you laying next to me

Spaces between compose words
Flicked outside by
Movements of my tongue
I dwell in loneliness
And I pray I’m not the only one

Do you feel lonely?
Beyond your street
These scenic stars?
I pray you long for me
In crowded room, still alone you are

I feel this
Aching too
A rowboat in an endless sea
I look in the black
And pray you’re as lonely as me

You should feel as lonely as me...
... tell me she’s as lonely as me

Selfishness fill the darkness
Lines between concrete seas

Help me believe she’s as lonely as me...

I know these thoughts
They arise
Like moons
Eclipsing light of day
I whisper wicked things
Coated in prayers that float away

These eyes
Dare not close
In case miracles start
In front of me
Maybe my wounded heart injures
But I pray you search till you find me

Eternity is brief, love
We have not a moment
To waste
Two hearts scattered in blackness
Leaking words that float to space

I beg forgiveness
I know my folly
I’ve took too long
No map in darkness
Hope dwindles, but I search on

These words divisive
Selfish as they float
Never to be
Retrieved
I pray you’re lonely
And that you search impatiently

I pray you’re lonely
And ever alone, you ache for me...

I’m not supposed to speak to you.
It’s this unspoken law.
This girl code,
This human silence.

So,
I let my poetry speak.
Let my words sing to you.
Let my stanzas sway you.

I miss you.
[Let me say that more poetically.]

My soul is longing for yours.
My heart is crying for you,
And the tears are the bloodiest of red.

I miss you.

This isn't anything new,
But I can’t tell you that,
You know I can’t.
It would go against everything that society programmed into me.
It would go against our very religion.
[and you know good and well that we aren’t the type to sin.]

So,
I’ll let my poetry speak.

I’ll never know if you’ll get this,
I’ll never know if you’ll read this,
But there’s the chance that excites me.
The hope,
The glimmer, and shine of aspiration.
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?

I’ll leave this here.
I’ll cast this poem into the world.
I’ll let it touch a million hands,
I’ll let it feel a million tears,
I’ll let the millions of people think that this is for them,
But maybe, just maybe,
We’ll know it’s only for us.

The words are only for us:
I miss you.

Poetically, I miss you.
What other way could I tell you?
What other way could I reach you?
I’m not sure, So till then,
I’ll write.

you sit and pout
about everything
try to work out your problems
by finding ways around them
but that is not the way life goes.
you're slowly running out of time
without realizing it
you're stuck in your head again
you feel like it's too hard to get out
but this isn't you
i know me and you aren't acting quite like her
this isn't you and you know it
but i know you don't know much about yourself
been too busy absorbing the personalities that surround you
you're slowly losing yourself
without realizing it
you're going too black out one of these days,
they say
and those words aren't wrong
they might foreshadow destiny
but only you can stop them
only you can put an end to the words that they tell you
you can either choose to ignore them or consume them
but you better choose
you better choose by not what you feel but by what you believe is enough.
you've got to keep going,
even when everything feels like it isn't worth it.
you over analyze everything,
try taking a step back
every once in a while
cause' only you have the ability to turn wrongs to rights