no i'm not

burning orbital
rebirth of the death
I yearn for
but most assuredly fear

eyes locked and i knew
i have always needed you
my heart knows its true

Love, well love is like a good cup of coffee

We all want to drink it without getting burnt

Knowing we share the same sky,
is enough.

the joy
has been ripped from her soul
and sold to the highest bidder
she looks on
in bewilderment and shame
collapsing in her lack of strength
crying for someone she wishes
she was
not fighting
for what is rightfully hers
standing alone
in a life
she doesn't want
weakened
by her own sense of self

being cradled
in the arms
of depression.