I lay here each night and close my eyes before I drift off into a deep sleep.
Within those seconds I imagine myself wrapped in our embrace.
I can see our souls intertwining with each other like the vines wrapping around an old tree,
attaching themselves.
I almost feel the connection we would have.
It sends surges throughout my body and I feel as if I'll float into air, into space.

God you make me feel alive.

But my happiness is stolen right away as soon as I open my eyes the next morning.
Maybe it's because my first waking thought was you,
or maybe it was the second,
an image of you grasping his hand instead of mine.

my heart aches.

it's funny to me how love can fade without any sort of warning, how someone can completely shatter every part of your heart.
leaving you, alone, to pick up the pieces with your fragile hands.
A part of me wishes you would come back and help me
because my hands hurt and have started to bleed from the jagged edges you caused.

I lost myself in you.

i like it when my face
is pressed up against yours
in the most unusual way
like you never kissed me before

i like when your legs cross
i like it when they don’t
i like it when you say you will
and even if you don't

i like it when you whistle
i like it when you hum
i like you when you act smart
or pretend to be dumb.

i like it when you whisper
i like it when you’re loud
i just want to be the one
you want to be around

so smile at me. smile. make my dreams come true.
i’d wish upon 1000 stars and always wish for you.

i like it when you smile
i like it when you laugh
i like when you forget the time
because you make me laugh.

i hate it when you’re quiet
i can’t handle that
you fill the empty spaces
that i never thought i had.

i like it when you touch me
i still like you if you won’t
i’d like it if you’d say you like me
even if you won’t.

I sit on a cliff to watch the
Sun as it rests at the vastness
Of ocean. Here, I found

A self chained by the oppressive
Landscapes of memories—measuring
The distance of a life lived in the

Folly of youth from the life
Lived in the youthful folly of life.
Life is a circular argument.

                A strange voice from the
 Wilderness utters the words of the
               World. I am compelled to

                                              Listen
        ­                                       Obey
                          Drift from my self.

I lived a life not of my own. Blown
By the wind. Riddled by doctrines
Of truths in multiple versions and

Renditions of power. Powerless I
Have become. Becoming, thus, is
Defined and defied by truths

Relative to utility. Living is an
Attempt in futility unless the myth
Of becoming is braved by believing

In oneness with one's self.
I sit on a cliff to watch the sun as it
Rises from the vastness of ocean.

Here, I find myself.