Could be strong like the moon
But we burn like the sun.
Washed into the ocean in waves
Buried alive in the sand.
I want you to be a part of me, so much so that without you breathing would be like breathing under water, but instead I feel your hands wrapped around my neck; breathing fire down my back, widening the holes where many before you have stabbed me before…
How many times can I say that I want this chaos to be peaceful?
That I know how to win the war but I choose to let you succeed in complaining, sitting quietly?
Because we are
By a surrounding so dirty,
By people, so dirty;
My heart will break
My air will be
My place is quiet as it was around this time 3 years ago.
My head hurts because I want to write something, but
I don’t know exactly what to say tonight.
I keep thinking about the faces that keep coming up in
My head. All of them familiar but missing in action,
So far away that they almost feel like a figment of my
Imagination, antagonists in my life story in fiction form.
I think I called a few of them friends, some of them even
My best. Studying the characteristics of their make up makes
Me question the authenticity, but no matter: I still wonder
Where they’ve been, if they have left me or if I’ve abandoned
Yesterday, before the light wast
I am nothing.
I exist only during the daytime hours,
when my existence weighs heavily
ability to keep my feelings
into a space that is comfortable
for others to be included
but then i fade away
I’m starting to feel nothing.