Human emotions are fickle, how can we throw around forever as if it's ours to give.
Maybe we live in cycles, maybe we're just the period at the end of a sentence.
A breath in the wind of a word left unsaid.
I miss when I was uncaring, forgave at a whim. Love came as easy as the words were said. Now I know, now I know.
It can be but it must be as it is. Accept for what I see, feel it.. and let it go when the time comes & Feel what comes after, for in feeling comes release from burdens unbidden.

You'll never see my weep,
The pain's seeping into my bones, through the depths of my soul.
I'll embody it untill I can feel no more.
I've come to enjoy it, to relish in it.
It's become apart of me.
I've already drowned in it, I've let the waves of my emotions drown me in the riptides and destroy me against the coast.
In the agony of hurricanes, in my mind I stand alone. I'm fated to make my choice, I'll heal by burning.. I know..
Untill all is left is ash, I'll find myself.

Addicted to self loathing
Distanced from my soul.
Lost in the echos of memories that haunt me.
The leaves fell and I was gone with them,
I'll be back before the flowers I told myself.
I knew deep down it wouldn't be so.

I found myself floating in empty space
I figured I'd be safe here.
You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be here.
Slammed my face into the mirror
Shattered thoughts ****** visuals just to see clear.
I opened my eyes to another empty bottle, a dried flower on the windowsill.
I think I broke the illusion.
Life's about finding a cliff worth jumping off.

Just like a moth drawn to an open flame, I can’t help but be attracted to the things I know that will hurt me most. Withered, severed my connection to all things impractical. The things that once set my soul ablaze no longer produce that; oh so familiar spark. Fulfilled tendencies to dance with the devil, Just a roll of the dice to see tomorrow. The hollow filled with sorrow, find me at peace with outlandish dreams. I greet the day with a grinding of teeth, headaches bleed through my thoughts as ink seeps though paper. I’ve grown so fond of the night, I swear I can hear the moon weep for tomorrow.

Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?

Who am I?

Maybe that’s the million dollar question.
Are you your reflection?
Are you that voice in your head that you hear when you read?
Perhaps you’re your heartbeat.
As you walk in the street, if you think of it; everyone’s seeking a sense of self and that voice is having a million thoughts a day.
Everyone’s having a complex human experience that sculpts their reality.
Maybe we’re all just one being, experiencing billions of lives simultaneously as an experiment.
Who knows?
Maybe we’re just an evolutionary accident; as in the universes lifespan, humanity’s existence is but a blink of an eye in the sense of time.
Now... let me ask, who are you?