I used to be everything.
All I needed,
Right there,
Only for me

Now I am nothing.
My heart a void,
Drained empty,
Only for me.

guillotine of dried tree pulp,
with eloquent insults adorned,
beheading reputations one by one,
in a single sharp-written bite.

when the pen-wielding executioner drops the rope,

even the mighty end in baskets

at the hand of paper blades.

There is a silence here.
One that beats within me,
A second heart,
With none of the love.

My throat aches,
Voiceless cries going unheard.
The quiet is consuming,
Yet there is nothing here.

How can there be nothing?
When all that I’ve wanted
Could not be closer?

I know.
Because I do not want you
Not anymore.
Your silence, your quiet,
Is consuming.
It has eaten me
And left nothing behind.

“But I was so much skinnier back then,
And I looked so much better”
I hear myself say.
But I was drinking three meal replacement shakes a day
And passing out after running 3k.

If rich, you may buy a huge properly,  an island or a mall;

Or a grave illness, perhaps try to stall;

But a smile on a sad face you can't install

Anar

When I was young the days seemed longer,
the weeks and months, even a year an eternity,
then the ensuing speeding decades seemed to
melt away like winters snows. Reminding me
that life is a brief and fleeting thing not to be
taken for granted or wasted.

Under the moon, and under the stars
I found your eyes like glowing moons
They healed my scars.

Gazed in your eyes, felt a gentle touch
Whispered your name, and it meant so much.
Held your hand for the first time,
And in that moment I knew you were mine.

I think it's time to share my heart,
To let you in, and never depart.
Our names are written upon the stars,
Together forever, no distance too far.

I found peace in your violence
And in your chaos I found silence.