Shook
Took
A pawn and not a rook
Out of my mind and heading home
I could have changed my mind and headed by your side
So unnecessary and cruel
I won the Bet
And took what was left

See what’s next.
Try your best.
Until I finally put this to rest

How do you not think about me as you fall asleep?

I think about you.
The energy exists, whether we like it or not.
I trust my intuition more than I trust myself.

Sometimes it's the only thing that makes sense.
It's indescribable..no words are worthy.

I see it in your eyes.
I feel it in your touch.
I fight the intuition because I feel I'm not good enough.

The image is undeniable.
I wish it would disappear
Soon I will become broken, and
I will take far too long to reappear.

Yet, I will remain adventurous..until you absolutely refute.

How do you not think about me when you fall asleep..
I think about you.

Why do I bother with the anticipation of love (lust).

No escaping the pain. One way or the other.
Roulette at its finest.

The love for family burns holes in my heart.
Romantic love burns like cigarettes on the flesh.
Searing the skin right before your eyes.

Sometimes you can smell your smoldering ignited flesh.

Other times in sneaks up behind and the ******* leaves you paralyzed.

Insidiously leaving venom in your veins.
The pain may never disipate.

SHE SAID.. I HATE YOU.
SHE SAID..CAN YOU STOP TALKING TO ME
SHE SAID..YOU'RE SELFISH AND NARCISSISTIC
SHE SAID..STOP TRYING TO GET EVERYONE'S ATTENTION
SHE SAID..THANKS FOR SAVING ME FOOD
SHE SAID..DO YOU WANT THE LAST BITE

SHE SAID.. i love you.

Two worlds become one union
Shaping one another into something new

The sun rises and is followed by darkness
The night sky opens up and swallows me whole

This is the last time I loved you
The increasing awareness that my feelings have completely shattered your world

The end and the beginning

Watch the flowers wither away until the dry soil is so hard you can’t even begin to dig through.

Invest in fresh soil and patiently feed your roots, for one day those flowers will continue to bloom.

The winter wisps have choked my neck,
Taking every breath has left me unequipped for death.

I watch my world spin and loose all control
What can be salvaged from inside my soul?