Having been a stray myself

I seem to attract them.

I see it in
         shades of
liquid coal
  slaking
    my aching
           thirst in
black ocean shoal
      onyx crystals
             washed up
            in tides
       of barely
    peeking,
night-lava eyes
     silently spoken
                   and through
     the waters of deep
my soul is
    waking up from
          eons of sleep
              weaving garlands
             of darkest green,
            seaweed tips
that I tenderly keep
       strewn, in chlorophyll strips  
                      across the stardust glow
                                       of my naked skin
                                     as I liquid float,
                       spirit whirring within
                              eyes bright
                in illuminated
          moonstone glow
picking up signals
of halted flow
This is needed here,
in this darkest of dark
waters abundant
with tight, broken sparks
shards of the living
and fragments of souls
                  a luminosity of darkness
                  making us whole
      And pulsing next to me
   in beauty's surprise
phosphorescent creatures,
     a feast for the eyes
           loving, gently brushing
                my outstretched fingers-
                     bioluminescence divine
                         on my body lingers
                   from jellies to squid
                to jet -hued sharks
    knifing through layers          
     of dark on dark
         within the
lush waters' quiet force
a dance in faded flicker
conjures the source
                 within the depth
                         of the depths
                            of my endlessly
                            wet
          in my darkest of dark
between blood and sweat
penetrating the mysteries
   that quake through
          this heart
         filling it up
  as it tears it apart
         smashing it
    to smithereens
   creating sutures
   of ironic healing
until through the cracks
both wide and slight
        shoots up
the flare
of my own
    inner
          light

This morning I watched a sunrise
and you were right beside me
but hundreds of miles away,
Will you stop kidnapping my thoughts?
All you have to do is ask
and I'll gladly give them away.

You're such a thief of my dreams.
Reaching out and taking
Something that's already free.
All I ask is that you keep on reaching
And I'll hand it all over to you...
Every broken piece of me.

Here's a thought for you to steal,
Let's fog up the windows,
Pretend like we're seventeen.
The only difference now is,
We both have years of experience
And tricks up our sleeves.

All she ever wanted was the touch of his hand-
A request which was far too much to demand,
For he was a very sought-after young man,
And to him, she was but another small grain of sand.

So she whimpered in her room at night, alone in her bed,
Replaying their few conversations over in her head.
She wished on every star, "Just let him hold me," she said,
"And if that's too much to ask, then just let me die instead."

As time went by, and his graduation neared,
She lost a lot of weight; that date was what she most feared.
The last day she ever saw him, she wiped away her tears,
And soon after that, she ran straight off of the pier.

He heard the news the next day; he thought it a shame,
Though honestly he didn't really recognize her name.
He went on to pursue a life of fortune and fame,
Without another thought about the girl he could have saved...

Why I always have this feeling when I enter this room
I smell the scent of cologne which is not from yours or mine
How about the color of curtains, it's not my favorite
And there's an extra empty glass beside your glass of wine


I feel like I am no longer welcome when I enter your room
I don't see the smile on your face like what I saw before
The music that you play is no longer my favorite one
Everything I see and feel reminds me that you care no more