taking my heart out of the water so it can dry a bit
trying to stay sober so i can process it
i'll tell you again don't let loneliness pull you away
the moon smiled at me and so i smiled at you

Sweet passion,  water falls
i see icy seasons ahead
clutch my pearls, drip down my leg
why'd we go out, should have stayed in, instead

Enlightenment is
Bewildered pieces Moving
Broken and Abused

You are soft like yellow rose pedals
I am scared, too damaged  
May you slit my throat and spin my head to the wolves,
and may I be alone.
You are so full of youth and glowing, characterized by ***
If I could only feel the way I kiss you -without my voice numbing my lips
When promises fade away to words, how can I learn to hear again
How can I listen? I can only hear myself.  
Whispering and clawing, disguised as another.. I am the wolf

It's really not you -it's me, you see
I have a slight problem with intimacy
Through the absent babble and lost words
Somehow I speak, but am never really heard
I lie awake; thoughts keep my eyes open
Maybe I'll run a hot bath to soak in
I can't help but feel bad for what I've done
Fighting a war in my mind that can not be won

I am endlessly thrown in the wind
Dreaming of stillness
Rain stop falling down my face so I can feel my own tears
Thunder stop roaring so I can hear myself think
Lightning stop brightening up the sky just to leave me in darkness
Wind take me to the island where I smell nothing but saltwater and sweet fruit that awaits me
Leave me with trees abundant with coconuts anticipating my conquer
Fresh milk to drink and white meat to eat
No worries, just the sand beneath my feet
Where Waves only whisper my name at night and in day, Sun makes me feel warm inside

What's a story without purpose.
My heart flutters uneasy when I think about my final draft.
I stapled my soul to another page not knowing what happens when both pages rip apart.
There are two tiny holes eternalized.
Forever missing those fragments.
Forever just a little empty inside.
The first page needs a new staple.
The ending needs to be rewritten -trash the other page, staple another.
What will be the new ending to my story?
What do I write on the next blank page?
I have no ******* clue.
Honestly, I'm still stuck on the first draft.
Naive enough to get attached, I thought it was absolutely perfectly dreadfully uncensored.

I am a fallen star
Shinning in bits and pieces
Forever shattered
Who has star glue?

Flash bang my face
Bold bright flickers flare
Beams blush my cheeks
Cut slices of my soul
**** them through your teeth
Crunch on the essence
Swallow it

As I look up my eyes become consumed by that color
Light warm sun touches my face
Another color flourished on my cheeks
Moisture finds its friends and gets ready to dive
As I look down my eyes become consumed by that color