The Forget-me-nots Aren't Blooming.

The rising storm

And the tumultuous sea

Of gray and green

Cannot be mightier

Than our love

And the sun

My arm has fallen

Asleep again

Like my mind at 3am.

And I hope by shaking it

Out today

I may save it from needles

And pins

Im a bit too prideful to admit

That im afraid to say im wrong

But you already knew that, babe

And you have for far too long

I often ponder

As to whether the stars

Tire of burning

Too?

Have you ever

Felt as if

Breathing water

Would be easier

Than breathing

Air?

Dont you think I've hurt enough?

My chest is pieces

My heart is numb

Razor sharp words

Shred my skin

Daggers of emotions

Carve my soul

You did this!

Yet you scream at me

For being broken

And mangled

As if it were my fault

For loving

In the first place

There are so many eyes

Glowing in the dark

Watching me

Waiting until i slip.

It is maddening

The disembodied cackles

Mocking me

Not with words,

But with laughter.

Awaiting my failure

Do you see the eyes?

Do you hear the sounds?

Am i the only one

Who is

Going insane?

Living in the Empty

How can i feel like empty space?

A dark abyss

Infinite in its shallows

And also in its depths

I am swimming forever

Drowning in an eternal loop

Only to awake once more

In the neverending shadows

I am being swallowed

Trapped, consumed, then freed

Alone in this infinity

With only darkness to breathe.

Thoughts on Love #9

Love is like being lost, then finding yourself at your destination anyway. Love is like forgetting the formula on a math test, but still getting the the answer right. Love is life forgetting your wallet and finding the exact change you need on the ground. 

Love is an innocent mistake, that ends up better than you could ever have hoped.

Thoughts on Love #13

When you didn't tell me the truth, you said it was to protect me. You looked me right in the eyes and said that you didn't want to hurt me. 

What you didn't think about was how much it would hurt when I found out. Now I know that you think I am weak, and fragile- that is what hurt the most. All this time I have been trying to be strong and to stand firm when I knew what you were telling me was complete bull.

What hurt me more than the deceit and the dishonesty was the fact that you never even knew me enough to realise that I am anything but delicate.