Fantasy

And I leave to dream of a place where your face is not sought out

but rather everywhere I look

easily in reach.

I go to dream of a place that does not exist.

Looking forward to a day that lives in my mind

pretending that it it tomorrow.

Will you ever guess.

Will you ever know that, yes, it is you I am thinking about.

Will I ever get the chance to tell you.

My soul hurts to think of a world want of you

and so my mind tricks me

and for a few hours I lie in peace.

Your face haunting my thoughts.

Promises You Don't Intend To Keep

Your eyes meet mine

windows to the soul painted shut.

A hand moves up my arm

my heart just as exposed.

Promise me.

Your mouth opens but mine is quicker

I'm yours

but promise me

promise to makes promises you don't intend to keep

promises you'll never keep

because false hope is better than no hope at all.

And I'm so much worse than hopeless.

Retaliation

Hard as I try my heart keeps beating.

I hold my breath until I see black

I bleed my fingers and bite my cheek.

To keep my soul and lose myself

is an art I cannot master.

As hard as I try

my heart keeps beating.

Broken pieces struggling to work

beating in unison as my vision fades

and the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth

as red war paint drips down my wrists.

my heart keeps beating

as hard as I try.

Winter's Frost

Oh, spectacular boy:

When summer ends so will we

the warm glow of the summer sun 

will fade to the tired autumn.

Cold hands will cease to be held

and, in turn, forget to hold.

Letters lost.

Hopes broken.

Bruised hearts second place to damaged egos

the blossoms of love rot to contempt

every glance of malice a victory in itself.

Anger hiding hurt and confusion.

You loved me.

Changed to hate, changed to repression.

You act as if we never were we

and as if I am just another face in the crowd.

And I wonder.

Is it my fault?

Puzzles

We are born broken.

Halves only to ourselves

waiting to be put back together.

I'm missing a piece of me.

Always watching, waiting.

Where are you?

Flames

How can I think of blood when in my veins

fire flows freely.

Embers glow in your eyes

you must feel it too.

The warmth builds up inside us

the static too much to bear.

My mouth tastes of copper

biting hard down on my lip.

Memories of salt tears fall down

stinging the surface of my skin.

Is it tomorrow yet?

For today is too much to handle.

So much unsaid

the fire cremating our hearts.

Sparks fly as faces grow red

a smile could release the heat

but neither wants to cool down

preferring to burn than to live one second

without this searing heat.

Hope

 

And forward spilleth the broken seeds of beauty

over time become whole

broke with the heart.

And lilies bloom alongside empty paths

their destinations long forgotten

while the kings of dreams find other homes.

And with the greatest ease he doth pick them up

planting many along a road to annihilation

one in a heart.

And when the plaster cast breaks wrinkles and tears stain faces

scars for eternity.

And when the light shines

or the rain falls

it brings forth acid seeping into places secret from ourselves.

Forever changed, holes with burning edges

scars on our souls, we move on.