He came to me in a dream
with friendly teeth and
conversation; casual,
Conversation at his side
an entity in itself,
as his echoed thought;
Neither of which
was familiar.

The Dinosuar,
wearing his smile
I was happy to see
it made me happy
to see him,
not at all afraid
to ask
T-Rex with his
red breast,

"what do you see,
how shines my aura"

it is clean, it is pretty?
see how it sparkles,
surely it dances?

"nay, he says "I would
more describe it as Avesta'
A library of sacred text."

yes, chimes his shadow,
sir conversation,
I would describe it
as Avesta too"

Disappointment mixed
with confusion, an
ancient religion.

I would have much preferred
sprinkles and Rainbows,
maybe some
glitter.

If I
Produced as much art
as the trash I consume
well
things would be different

I wonder if she saw this coming
DID she even think to change?
NOT herself completely but just enough to regain strength?

WHY would she let herself go?
DIDNT she feel herself slipping away?
I miss the happiness in her laugh
TRY i said to her with every breathe i took

I can see her face wash away
HAVE i even tried my hardest
TO keep her here
LET alone, save her from herself
GO she screamed as i stood there silent and stiff

THE eyes of a lonesome girl drifted down
MIRROR mirror on the wall
IS that the girl i should have become?
MY heart sank in my chest
NIGHTMARE or real,my body is at rest

Tell me how you feel
Go head tell me
I know you don't talk about feelings
But I would love to know what you're thinking
Sorry for my long absence
I was doing some growing
I know you heard this and that
So let me clarify
I've been fornicating
Sinning according to the holy book
Still I thought of you much throughout
My growing journey
I heard you're taken and I'm happy to see
You with someone that makes you laugh
More than I did
I had to let you go
But Im very happy every time you
double tap my pictures
I hope you forgive me for giving up
I always advertised I rather be alone
But now I feel some type of way
Because I don't feel
Well I don't have want I always wanted
Just was to immature to see what I always wanted
Was there feeding me during lunch break
But I won't give up
Because I seek to feel
The way I did every time I saw you.

I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.