The only difference between you and I is the lettering.

My ears ring.
My mind vibrates.
I answer the call of

another life.

Will you create with me?
Silence says what silence speaks,
Not what your worries tell you.

I could live a lifetime's worth of lifetimes and still never meet anyone
Just
Quite
Like
You.

A millennium from now when
I am buried and you are alive
through the pages of the poetry and letting your voice live through songs or speeches.
You will still cross my mind like our local mountain paths.

If you have to be what
you eat I'll just have
those dandelions that
float away when you
blow on them, or a
yard of silk that
flutters in the wind. Just
anything to help me fly.

i am beginning to wonder when i started finding
imperfections so beautiful

maybe it was when i decided
i would never be perfect,
and that the only way i could look at myself in the mirror
was if i started with the ugly scars on my ankle
and made my way up slowly
past my knobby knees,
prominent hip bones,
too-small chest,
pointy nose,
until i looked myself in the
eyes,
taking in every abnormality or distinct deficiency
until i could convince myself they were unique enough
to be considered in someone else's eyes
"pretty"

i began doing the same thing with everyone else,
turning their flaws into something charming
so much
so that when i came across you,
i didn't have to think about it-
i knew from the start that you would be
perfect.

I came home today, there was nothing left of what our family used to be.
It's been a long time coming, year after year.
It's taken every piece of my sanity.
A story in one ear, as the other screams a lie.
What do I believe, when does this die?
It's sitting in my bones, poisoning my lungs.
It's building up walls, just one more minute till I'm hung.
On a wire, from my heart. To be so taken, torn apart.
Abracadabra, alakazoo. Just say the magic words.
Don't let them know you're hurting, don't let them know it's true.
Don't let those filthy demons take control of you.
I'm going insane, I've lost my mind.