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?

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The last hoorah.

Toxic.
Your eyes,
No hope.
Inside,
Dying.
Friendships,
Dying.
Trust,
Dying.
Loyalty,
A lie.
Never will
We breathe
Clean air
Because we are
Polluted
By a surrounding so dirty,
By people, so dirty;
Uncontrolled,
Controlling
Us
Like puppets.
You leave
8 days
Away,
Far away.
My heart will break
But,
My air will be
Clean then.

Meetings

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
Them.

The truth is

I am nothing.

no one.

Nowhere.

I exist only during the daytime hours,

when my existence weighs heavily

on

my contributions

my

ability to keep my feelings

secluded

into a space that is comfortable

for others to be included

but then i fade away

And

I’m starting to feel nothing.