I wake water steeping me,
A sleeping foam of rolling sea.
Each little island long washed,
Day by day, slowly sushed.

The grains of time ever fleeting away,
It ate my island, slow decay.
It is hard what I was.
It was hard to alas.

Now I am in water,
Light so bleak.
It is eating all matter,
Darkness will seek.

I succumbed time of break,
Gone of world, Earth that quake.
I not removed my last eye.
For all, it is lastly I.

Mouth empty,
Feast for entropy.
Lastly sigh,
Of I.

I am the night, the sky, the flame,
A soul untamed, yet still the same.
With blackened eyes that hold the stars,
I wear the universe, near and far.

Curly tendrils, wild and free,
They speak of strength, of mystery.
My skin, the earth, both bold and bright,
It catches sun and swallows night.

My smile, a spark that lights the way,
A quiet strength that chooses to stay.
I am the muse, the song, the art,
A masterpiece that beats, my heart.

In love, I’m both the fire and rain,
The calm, the storm, the joy, the pain.
A star that shines through darkest skies,
A truth that lives within my eyes.

I am the dream that wakes the dawn,
The whispered hope, the battle’s song.
A force untamed, yet soft as grace,
I am the world, and I embrace.

And Whats Wrong With Having Two ?,
I Like You !
I Like Her Too !
I Want Both of you, That is True !
But to be Enough ? To be Everything and All ?
There's a few things I Must First Do,
And I Guess you Also ,
I Care not about Judgement from the Few Trust Me i Will Sheild You !
An it May take Some time,
But I Hope one Day to Make you Both Mine,
Then I Will be Fine ,,,,,,,  ,,,L;ving L;fe as SkyWlkr This Lucky Little Swine

Do you accept your family?
Despite the things they say to hurt you?
Do you turn the other cheek
Each time they blame and scold you?

Are you okay with no boundaries?
Never hearing a genuine "I'm sorry."
Do you just shrug things off cause,
"Hey, they're your family"

Or do you not accept that?
I've felt so conflicted lately
Because of family with no boundaries
Family that don't accept me, but want acceptance from me.

They always told me to say sorry as a child,
If I hurt someone else, I was wile.
Even as an adult, I'm always wrong
About others, the world and my own mental health.

I have to apologize in the end.
I have to pick up the phone to check in.
I have to put on an ever changing mask to ensure I won't be hurt again-
I try to explain it and once again, I'm a child.

I say "I" too much
I should ignore everything that offends me,
Assume the best of family because they're family.
I'm family but have to change and ignore my feelings for them to accept me.

you think
therefore i am

Blinking never was a
scary thing for me,
But missing you made it be.

****!
no way!
im still alive?
im getting too ******* old...
anyway, what's for breakf-- "rent"?
****,
i'm old.