Lost dazed and confused
I don't know what to do
A brisk breeze blows me in the direction I need to go
I'm being torn apart
But not how I'm used to
We talk nearly enough but we still love each other
You're not toying with me
But you're torturing me
Burying me in concrete to my eyes and filling my heart
I finally understand exactly what I need
And you can't give it to me
Just like a spring wind
Is still cold
You are stuck in one place
While I'm moving on forward

Sleep is my best friend
She is always there for me
Even in my darkest times
She comforts me

I am not alone,
                but still I am alone.

Books devour the silence

that weighs down inside

like bright little creatures

they dream and breath

in their cosy little worlds

until each page sizzles

with a human touch

do u ever
want to tell
someone
how proud u are
of their happiness

isn't that weird?

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections