No poetry today.
No words for the despair.
No calming the fears.
No poetry today.

angsty and antsy. unnamed emotions are clawing at my throat and i don't know which way is up anymore. everything's fuzzy and i feel myself slipping but my feet are cemented to the floor.

a thousand i miss yous linger
in the sky, stubborn clouds that they
are. but i am not tall enough,
nor can i reach high enough to
bring them down and spill them upon
the floor for you. so they remain
there, unspoken, unrained, unloved.

a fool
i am
  to convince myself
  that the words that flowed
  like the sound of a perfect melody
  from your lips,
  were the words
  of an honest man.

it burns to stand beside you
even if you mean no harm
the heat of the situation
penetrates my safeguard
it hurts even when you
dont mean for it happen
choosing to befriend you
led to more pain than I'd ever imagined

if the stars are falling,

we collect it like it’s all ours,

Putting it in a glass bottle like fireflies,

to spark light to where it isn’t

to be vanished when it’s morning

their ignite has gone,

by opening the lid

you’ve seen the welts,

on the inlet of your wrist,

to leave mark to where it shoudn’t

to not be vanished when you’re mourning