and something to relate
all we want is something to relate
because in this salty world
we remains submerged
until someone can say i feel your hurt
until someone can say i know such fates
until someone can say i relate

Oh and you will be tempted.
I promise that you will be tempted;
but don't give in to the one who can't fix it.
He'll carry a bronze heart slandered red.
Up tall, dark waters you tread my girl.
But knock three times,
and you can hear that swindled chime

tangerine skies exist as beautiful,
astonishing light
but only, first after blossoming from
the darkness of night

In the cold air of night,
there lingers a warmth of sun

in the darkness of fright
there lingers a sense of hope,
a sense of light

I just want to cut myself open

to see if I bleed
...

to see if I am real

to exhaust all of these exhausting feelings that I feel

you're a breath of fresh air
& i just cant help it
crafted,
standing alone in this dark pit

your dark eyes
your brilliant soul
rescues my pathetic stranded soul
i just want you to text me, touch me, hold me
more

i am:  aware
                that something is slightly off

but i just can't muster a care
because this deep, fresh breath of air
has become something so painfully rare...

when trapped in hell

i am a hollow shell
to your charming, warm, amber spell

door mats:
they come in different shapes
but are usually all the same measly size,
overlooked
barely noticed

doors:
they come in all different shapes and sizes
but usually the same shape,
trusted regular shape
they do not hide who they are
& they'll hit you in the face if you're not paying attention
when walking in and out of their presence

which  are  you?