I CANNOT live with you,
Thy honor is my life's crux -
With worthy values few,
Forevermore, I am in flux.

Outwards onto Death's sea,
Travels our love's gentle grace,
Into the night with thee -
The heart's only key.

Yet our love is in vain!
My heart shall lay broken -
Never to remain,
The fatal decree spoken.

Eyes steadfast upon a black horizon
Unmoving body lays breathing
Pain at every breath
Silent screams echo internally
Weary mind
Lonely heart
A beating heart in a lifeless body
Stitches begin to unravel
Repeat of defeat upon my life
Even ghosts do not linger like me
A vain effort achieved
A pain forever unshakeable

One, Two, Three
Stood on a tree
Green, Purple, three
Green sang to purple,
Purple turned to three
“Do you hear? Do you hear..”
Three responds,
“I only see the beauty in front of me”
Purple fluffed
Green continued to sing
Purple turned to three,
“Do you hear.. Do you hear?”
Three responds,
“with you in my sight, sound is not for me”
Purple puffed,
While
Above the three, the leaves slithered a sneak
Green continued to sing
Purple to Green,
“Why do you bother, you cannot sing
More beautiful
Than I am me”
Green continued to sing
Purple begins to speak,
“You need..” then-
Tackled,
Taken,
while Green continued to sing
Three turned to Green,
While Green sang to the tree
Where Purple struggled-
Begging Three to see,
Begging to be seen,
Begging to be seen,
and on purples last breath
Three decided to speak-
“I need no sight,
As long as Green sings”

"we were brave,

                        for all the wrong reasons"

Wishing to see you everyday,  
With every breath, with every blink,  
Sit by your side if that's okay ,
Fill your cup and we have a drink,  

To see you, to hug that's all I wish,  
You belong here in my heart,
Your picture on my brain,  
It's a masterpiece of art,  
Doubtless I am but in vain,  
Thinking you will love me back the same way again.

No
You say "you don't know her
She's brilliant
she's understanding
She's the best person I've ever met
she's my hopes
my dreams
(gone)"
A fantastic character

I hate to always be the bearer of truth,
But, I've read her cover to cover
She's shallow and superficial
She puts up a facade of a unique individual and yet she's just within the boundary of normalcy.

I've examined all of her (superfluous) pages of work
And they only skim the surface of humanities skin
Circling around the moles and scars that pucker truth-
Brail for the the blind

I've dug deep within her words and read between each space bar
And there lies no feeling- no emotion...
Sheer unintended apathy

Still-With many attempts:
She doesn't capture the essence of regret or sorrow
She merely spits at its feet
And it shows
Because the pain she displays vanishes
From her readers
From the pages
From the words
From the letters
From the simple spaces
From the idea itself

And yet this somehow captivates you
Yet unbeknownst to you- you are not regret, nor are you sorrow,
You are simply embodying what she barely grasps in hopes to find what lies beneath for yourself

But you're burrowing into someone who hasn't yet lived or loved-
Who can't describe the burning bubbles that pop in your eyes from the tears of contempt
Who can't fathom deflation of breath in your shallowing lungs, nor the dam constricting your veins' blood at loss

She can't break down completely with you dangling along
So
She
Keeps you just within reach to describe something she encounters
Something she caused
Something she can never embody  because  her "emotions" are a half lie:A secure defense
For power over others

Who's wondeing how to take the pain away?
Who's stuggling?
Who did waked in the dawn with a fall?
Head in a sad taking,
Who fed ?,
Through the last night's drink?
Then began to think,
"Is there any tomorrow ,or else"
Who designed the fears of the day?