I influence
one life
only to tear the next down
I reward one part of my body
and dump my problems
on an already filled mind
I am a surgeon
who will cut anything
but itself
I am the theif that stabs
you for a penny.
I am the opposite of good intention
and the opposite of blessed harmony
I could go deeper and pollute
the enviroment
To the world I came as a gift
but to the grave I return as a burden
I never did  care, nor could
care  for anything but myself.
Even in death I spill
poison into earth

Everything I touch,
Feels like a memory,
Of when you touched me,

Can I ask why you're still here,
Cluttering my mind,
Dominating my thoughts,
And making my body ache with longing,

Touch me,
Or walk away,

The choice is yours,

But I have no choice,

You have burrowed yourself under my skin,
And I can't find a knife sharp enough to,
Dig,
You,
Out.

calloused hearts and bleeding fingers
harmony only achieved by sacrifice
the pure must stain their porcelain shells
and the broken
will scatter the ashes
the springtime brings new birth
as the flowering genesis of uterine obsession
but black boots and harsh words
may destroy this new beginning

in life and death dichotomy
wandering nomadically through purgatory
searching for contentedness
and rejuvenating rebirth
only to find myself further imprinting
old footsteps
from past and present life

Someday, someone's gonna paint the entire galaxy into the palm of your very hand so that you can always remember, even in your darkest moments.. you still hold something so breathtakingly beautiful within you

Someone's gonna be able to make life so thrilling and exciting for you, your heart will beat so fast for all the right reasons and when someone asks you what will make you happy you'll finally know the answer

Someone's gonna do more than just words, just charm and just being there.

..Not that you'd need anyone really.
Not that any of that would really be enough.
Only you know what you need,
And when you find that out,
I hope i'll still be around to see you live those greater days...
"Those days where you wake up and its warm and cosy, and you look outside and its still dark but you know the sun's coming"

Yes I am that someone who is just full of words, charm and is just.. There.
But I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, I am not an artist of that kind, to paint you such a picture that would make you see the beauty in this life, but God, If our problems were pieces of rock, I'd slingslot them to the Moon, even further perhaps for you.

I can't make life exciting, I also can't slow down time.. But i do love you i think thats the one thing that i do, effortlessly you know? it just happens and whether its wrong or right its still happening, when life starts to fail, that is when love needs to happen. I love you i love you i love you

I've waited days weeks months to say it
If my thoughts right now were pieces of rock i'd slingshot them all at you, in fact I am, metaphorically..
Sorry.

I just want you to get better so that you see what i see,
The world is a beautiful place with you in it, happy.

you are the lump
preventing my swallow.
& nausea,
now a familiar friend,
feebly attempts to collapse your solidity
in the back of my throat,
as do the lies I tell myself aloud
in order to forget.

I wonder if you remember,
or does your new sun shine so bright
that she blinds you from your own past?
perhaps she's more of a
supernova, like you said
& so I'd like to think;
something temporary.

still, she came amidst fire & light
while I came with a
removable bow on top;
received pain on a similar platter
as that of my uneaten dinner;
I understand.

my final question is if that sort of
amaurosis makes you dizzy;
tell me,
what effect does she
have on your
stomach?

hello there icy wind
who hasn't kissed me since April
& left completely by May
still you have the audacity
to blow
me
away

i want you to be here when
i’m no longer soft and beautiful.
i want you to stay for when
my voice slips out of itself
and into another, when the crescent moons
of my body turn stubborn and rigid
and my chest is gutted, stitched, sculpted
like marble like artwork like a chiseled
gravestone reading “here lies your golden girl,
basked in till her light changed hues.”
stay until all my cells have been replaced
and i look at you with different eyes,
hold you with different arms.
this body is changing for my today
but staying for your tomorrow.