You became my worst habit;
Nicotine firmly in my blood, and I could not quit.
I breathed you,
Through and through.

I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.

thinking circles in your head
your thoughts are running out of breath

Forever I will love you, forever I'll need you, forever the identity of you will be a figment of a fraction of a  memory buried behind years of tragedy and despair. Sometimes I dream of your touch the touch of a ghost the touch that was always too pure for me to feel or gaze upon. You fade in and out of my mind a blur in the grand scheme of things but even dust in the wind can cause a sand storm. You're gone too gone to grasp but not too gone to be forgotten. You are righteous and holy. The highest of all deities but a mortal beauty. I'm an cursed forever to sail the high seas of my own self doubts waiting for someone like you to come around to save me from the high waves and tornados. Right now at this very moment I know you're safe in the ground but I hope it's not too cold because if it is my dear I'll be there in the morning to hold you until the sun implodes and our bodies become one.

You portray a painting but you don't get the picture.
You wanna be someone else but you birth to become one soul.
Society what keeps you falsifying your identity.
You trying to live a false entity.
You are your worst enemy.
Things can get tragic. So drastic. Make your soul become elastic.
Stop faking like plastic . Pressure is heat can melt that fakeness can turn it to glue .
Now you in the thick of things.
Revert to the painting  you are the picture can you get the illustration.

One thing to keep you alive
the utter joy to strive .
It wakes up the dead soul
who has none , have it all .
Rich or poor it doesn't care
a single ray that will suffice is extremely rare .
Being in a world so dark
never ending nights fall wide off the mark .
Stuck deep with the dreams intact
get up and don't let your soul depart.