What's your star sign? Let me guess a Leo?
I felt it. You're strong.
And charming.
Proud even, like a lion.

I'm a Pisces, a romantic...
Oh, you are too? Ok!
You like a challenge as well,
yeah, me too.

And you're an adventurer.
An artist as well. Smart and Free.
I like your soul. Your face. Your body.
I love, your mind.

I barely get lost. I know my way around the world.
I know how to protect myself against monsters.
Even my own. But your eyes;
I'm lost. I know the exit, yet not where they lead to.

Don't give me the map. Its ok.
I can handle it. Let the green light be the guide.
You're fragile and sensitive.
You're bare, unfiltered.

I like that a lot. And you like me too?
I'm...in awe. Wow. You? Really?
I...thank you, beautiful lady.
I appreciate you.

What can you teach me?
Lets exchange lessons.
A give and take.
You seem wise. Enlighten me.

When I think of you,
As but dust
In a carbon filter
I am disgusted
In the fact
That
This is what
Was expected

And thus,
I would not be
Anything
But
Trusting
as I am,
Gush
At the thin
varnish
Of your skin

When,
Perhaps
You had found
Gladness
In a day,
Or in an
arcsecond
Of the sun

You would
Know
Nothing
In the way
That I do--

That is the curse
Of us
And thus
I make my
Words
With love.

Doubt everything.
Doubt everyone.
Doubt yourself too.
You will find endless possibilities.

I am red and you are blue
But how we are not colours
Rather something else
Oh definitely not anger and sadness
For when you are sad you are angry
And when I am angry I am sad

Oh how we are Opposites
similar opposites
For when I am visible you are not
And thus when you are visible I am not

But yet if the world was dark
We wouldn’t see you at all
For I would be the light
yet you would still fall

I am fire and you are water
Oh how my flames; they warm
And how your droplets; they cool
I am too hot for I am burning
You are too cold for you are almost ice

For when I am ablaze I crave the water
And when you are flowing you crave the fire
For it is love
Forbidden love

I am angry at this
And you sad
But if we could be together there would be no more
                                                    No more fire
                                                    No more rain

                                                       Just smoke
                                                  Purple smoke

anxiety
smoking in the bathroom
falling asleep in class
social hierarchy
sleepless nights
baggy eyes
empty souls
battered and bruised
knives to wrists
hidden by sweaters
hidden by bracelets
seasonal depression
cold rooms
numb
C+
D-