If the world has no meaning, why do I stay? Is it not because, even in the bitterness, there is one thing worth waiting for? And if all sweetness is the same, why does my heart turn away from them, longing only for the one that makes it tremble in delight? Perhaps meaning is not in the world itself, but in choosing to wait—for the one thing that alone can quench your hunger.

hold me like you have
three        breaths left
and you need     two    of them
to whisper;
"always and forever, sweet    one."

You’re so tender.
The soft in you flows into my veins , softening the edges that i sharpened,  healing the bruises that I gained in the great war.
You smile and it's like a moons crescent, and your laughter resembles the sound of the rain.
and I’m so in love.
Your hands, like satin, caress my face and i have never been held so gently;
Your embrace induces in me, a slumber I've never known.
and I’m so in love.
Your presence should be an anomaly to my star-like solitude;
but god its not, I would search for you across multiverses.
and in the void you look at me so tenderly , your lips graze mine and it’s a supernova and I’m falling, falling , falling in love again.

i need you right now,
like a bass to a guitar -
my thoughts don’t make sense without you.
i need your interpretation,
so i can tell where i'm going.
i need your lips on mine,
like a compass needs magnetic north -
it helps me to navigate home.

Was it obligatory
Or stupid - to call out
  A man - yet his doings
  Proved mere - point in
    Scheme - was his ambition
    Ruling stood cold -
    Peering in - to disobey
    And to conquer -
      Ones mind and ones soul
      Fears and freedom - at last
      Boredom - has moved
      One peculiar sight
        The girl in black
        And her blossoming
        Dreamers' kite
          Cutely eye-rolls
          Thin fingers and
          Shoulders - striking
            Pale - she smiles

I can’t escape your waking gaze,
While in a trance, I pace—waiting for pain as I hear
The fall of rain,
And feel the gloom of day,
Hiding the sun’s rays.

The room is empty, the clock ticking—
Lights flickering, air thick with sorrow.
I wait.

I wait to declare my love,
My adoration.
Oh, how I yearn for your presence,
To be seen by your conscious.

It pains me, my love,
As I see your half-conscious state,
Knowing what you wish to say.

But, please, for my sake,
Don’t make me wait.
Don’t leave me.
Love me, before it’s too late.

put your head on the table and rest
while i revise for my religions mock
stop studying inspector calls
look over to me and then look away
i won’t know whether you meant it as more

curl up onto the hard surface
in your uncomfortable chair
listening to the classroom buzz

i’m your hostage
got me under lock-and-key
your smile is my handcuffs
and your irises my shackles

my ransom hasn’t been set
no negotiators met
blow your cigarette
smoke on my face

keep me in your room
under your bed
near to where your
jumpers and cds are kept

I think I am drowning—
but not in her eyes anymore.

The weight pressing me down
isn’t the pull of her stare,
but my own brother’s words,
dragging me under.

My ears ring.
My heart pounds.

I tell myself to breathe,
but my body is no longer mine to command.

The anchor that held me steady is gone,
and in its place, something festers.
A monster seeps through the cracks they left,
spilling into my thoughts,
warping what little of me remains.

I will spend my life yearning,
serving a queen who will never be mine.
I can’t even look at her.

I am a coward—
the same one she first met.
The same monster she first hated.

And like all beasts in their castles,
I will be alone.