my heart flutters
with just the thought of you-
in a way comparable to a butterfly's flutter,
a more comparable description:
a clear nights sky
simple and clean
so pristine.

how can i let myself be in this same boat
the sharpness
of the same knife
dug so deep;
so slowly
all i feel is pain.
its my fault
im to blame
i need to walk away

i mistaked that birds crow for you-
all i long for is to hold you
my tears are for that of joy
and the mere idea of you not being here.
Your my rylee my lovey my puppy
my baby number 2,
afterall hunny hunny bunny
baby bru came before you;
I miss your whimpering as much as it broke my heart,
I was attentive and ready to provide all that i could
for the nurturing you need
The feeling of the sharpness of your puppy teeth
as you used me as your chew toy;
any moving object became your object -
I loved every second of it.
I love you Rylee boo, I do I do I do
From the sole bottom of my heart
to the second were apart -
You have my heart .
Your my baby
my joy
My light beneath the miserable heat
this distance so deep
Slowly digs steep-
Will soon be gone;
There will be nothing left to long for;
because I will soon have you

its okay its alright
just fall asleep
isnt that ideal
better put, it is desired
the tock of the clock
the click and clack of my mac
the seconds closer to the suns warmth
and the perplexed discomfort of my
frail fringed tensed tissues;
The desire for a dream
Its been long sense Ive seen,
I feel however full of life -
energy, *****, and ready to ignite
It is the strangest thing
but the things that are strange
is those that are like a dream

Zen.
Never have I felt it,
Quite as much as I do now;
As the hours pass on,
And the nights pass quicker,
I am positive-
That all the toxic filled problems
that haunted me day after day-
Are finally coming to shore;
To slowly be brushed back into the sea,
Forever and Eternity,
Just as they once were.

If it is just a statistic-
Than why can't we fix it?

Terrifying.
Yet Undenying-

So many try it
I can't fight it?

experience one moment that can create the ver forgetables
begin the memorys that escape the ordinary and outstep the extrodinary
soak it all in
In hopes to never feel it again
make it matter for the morning isnt neccesarily near