She has stars for eyes A voice strangled by dreams Lost in the clouds Of her doubt and shame She remains unknown

It's the little things that I adore Not the sweeping gestures Or the complex arrangements It's the brush of your hand The eyes that wander to mine The slight curl of your lip That's how I know you care.

Alone

I never knew the thrill of being alone

There’s something terrifying and exhilarating about isolation Freedom to think Freedom to feel Freedom to dream

My shadow sings me lullabies as I take another hit.

"If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it Does it make a sound?"

Texts each day Genuine laughs Moments I crave Things you forgave Inside jokes Hours of conversation Cards dealt Words you misspelt Pills popped Thoughts clouded Prayers to be healed Emotions you concealed Memories I adore Reasons to leave Reasons to stay Miles you're away

Waking From yet another dream of you Is bittersweet because it feels enough like reality that it masks the fact that it's not.

My Jinx

To care Is a blessing and a curse Looking for my myself In this sweet nightmare I cannot leave Searching through the crowd Of these familiar strangers Who borrowed my heart But it's overdue And they know it Getting closer now I see glimpses Of my reason Slipping through the actors Who play their parts so well Grasping for my life I hold on to logic, I hold it close And feel it's warmth But only for a moment Because it's quickly growing cold It slips from my hands My blood-stained hands The performers are staring now To witness the same murder They see every night The finale Tomorrow it all begins again Right on schedule Jinxed by cruel love, I will care again

This feeling.

It’s less like loneliness and more like an inescapable feeling of irrelevance.

Cling

It’s my nature to cling To people, things, ways of life Anything to occupy my mind Numb the pain I’ve created

I’ve been set free Yet I still run to my captor I can paint over the rust But it will eventually crumble

My grip is slipping Panic is my new reality Hanging on for dear life To dear life

My shepherd calls me now I leave this desolate land To be led to new pastures Where my soul will be restored

It’s my nature to cling But I choose to cling to the One Who treasures my wretched soul

Strangers once again

I used to know you

Your thoughts, the swirls of wonder flowing through your beautiful mind

Your ideas, the vivid strokes emerging effortlessly from your radiant spirit

Your emotions, the storm brewing on the shore of your passionate heart

Now they are as far from me as Your sweet lips are from Mine

Më morri malli per ty

To say "I miss you" wouldn't do it justice. This feeling is more like an all-consuming longing enslaved in the depths of my tempestuous soul, shackled to my grieving humanity, desperately pulling apart all logic, shattering all reason, stretching the bonds of time itself, a crazed enigma suppressed only by my one surpassing desire- your happiness. But ya, I miss you.

Opia

Opia Magnetic orbs Joint sensory bond Passage to deep desires Warm embrace covers the stains Blissful intoxication begins to heal wounds A sudden awareness; broken wings; slowly sinking Old habits surface; past addiction scars Vulnerability; the thawing is interrupted The door is locked Brutally severed bond Polar repulsion Opia

I CANT SPEND ONE MORE DAY WITHOUT YOU.

then I spend one more day without you.

Pyro[maniac]

Full of feelings yet unfeeling Severed soul of mine Scattered thoughts Allured by the numbness within Apathy, you charming slice of hell Captivating all that is left Of this trail of scars I call my wandering heart Fly far away, gentle dove And don't look back For I've opened the cage Of my selfish desire Call me a pyro But my matchbox is empty And all that's left is pain As the loneliness caresses me once more