To speak of you with poetry,
Would be similar to talking about an ocean filled with
fire and flowers.
Its beauty on the senses
draws you in.
And then you find yourself burning.

My thoughts keep me awake at night.
My brain never wants to sleep.
What runs through my head makes me anxious
But you'll never hear me utter a peep.
I keep what's inside bottled up.
It eats me away piece by piece,
Will these thoughts ever cease?

There's something beautifully human
about finding whats lovely and keeping it close
for as long as possible.

"Oh, to smile while your chest caves in is an entirely different pain, darling. That's when you learn what it means to love someone enough to let them go."

It's heart breaking when your laugh makes my broken expense worth it.

When I read to you my fractured poems.
The fragile ones I swore I'd never show.
You thought you were seeing inside my head.
But in reality it was my soul.

I just want to walk forever.
Walk and never turn back.
Go until my feet blister and
my knees, on the concrete, crack.
As my mind drifts between the now and the then.
Spiraling down and down I went.
No painless escape to the harsh reality.
To the battlefield in each argument.
I lost my mind in the chaos,
of trying to reach your soul.
In trying to stitch back our lives,
With a needle that can't sew.