Stars whispered,
As if divulging a secret:

'I'm but a scintilla in the universe'

Nicotine



I cannot ignore

how loudly love knocks

whilst you and I exchange

meaningful eye locks.

You are my Lucida,

my brightest star,

though I never intended

for you

to take so much space

in my heart;

I cannot tell where

your fervency ends

and my love starts.

You are an iota of heartache,

mixed with a hint of nicotine

and sprinkled with flaws,

reminding me broken beings

should be healed with love

not bandaids or empty promises

(though they're the same).

My darling, sublimity scintillates 

in your eyes and

I cannot explain in a rhyme

the many ways you make me feel sublime.



A/N: Hey guys! An update after a long time!! I know this is not the order that the poems go, but I felt inspired to write about *this person and so I thought why not? If you'd like to, comment some feedback, thoughts, and / or questions  (:

Pain is like the parasite
latched to your endless gut
constantly stabbing
the acrid recollections of time

You can slit to bleed open
leaving you wounded
scarred
How many more times
will you dig the same grave?
And each time
one less sensation
until you finally decide to sit with it
and absume

So are my poems
dipped in glorious words
and cast to bottomless pit

Despite my perfection portrayal
my mumma smelt
the cloaked darkness
dripping from my lethiferous eyes
She brewed a potion of nepthene
tried to uproot them all

She grew weary
and now worships the dark
Could I blame her?
I wish I was the Lucida
she hoped for

The person that I am
I've been sown weeds of all kinds,
belied
I've been gone for long
all that remains
the forlorn shadows and dust
And lo, I scribble
epitaphs of my demons in disguise

So before you weigh the depth
and wonder why
Before you happen to woe my
crestfallen poems and
kiss my broken wings
know
I've become an annihilator.