You are more than what the world, or you, defines you as. You were meant to go out. You were mean to set the world on fire.

you said you'd drown in my tears

if it meant being with me

but you see, you were always under water

with one hand drowning in the density of my sobs

and the other over the surface holding her

I was born with a flammable heart.
It's dark and dead when left untouched.
But the friction of your touch ,
I burn.
I burn bright red with passion and feeling.
I burn.
I burn for you.

Writer's block is like a stutter
The words want to come up.
Each letter claws its way to the surface.
Each moment that passes by seems like a silent eternity where self-expression is forbidden.

The suns's shining
The birds chirping
The water's flowing
        Peace
Yet I can feel
The clouds coming
The crow's cawing
The storm brewing
        Chaos

It's like hearing the ticking of a time bomb
But not able to find where it’s coming from  
Until you put your hand to your chest
And then you realize
That the bomb is your heart
And the tick, ticking
Is
Its
Beat.