In your darkest days
I became your light
But in mine you
Never were
I wonder.

jyou cut my soul and now there’s a
void i can’t fill

my heart bleeds tears
since my eyes can’t

(i have forgetten how to cry)

and i bleed blood
no one can see

through the wounds you etched on my skin,

they were kisses of warmth then you left,
and now they are only,
    kissses of cold

that hold no memories,
only a hollow void
i trace with lost fingers

(my heart bleeds tears)

and it feels like winter

white snow like ashes falling down as rain

the world,
my world casted in darkness

the sun hidden by the falling clouds

(but it’s summer.)

the white spaces in between the words contain all the answers,
   just read the silent lines of my poetry.

I’m awake, but I can’t still see you.

sprinkle

light steps

i tiptoe over the garden of splintered glass

transparent. reflecting.

i can see dark. ugly. me

you can't see anything

i weave in-between the
complicated lines

jagged. harsh.

my dress floating in the air

and—

sprinkle

light steps

i tiptoe home

while you wonder more

lost in our heart.

(— hollow eyes)