Tear Soaked Cheeks

I whisper through the tears and sobs ,
To myself,
"It could be so much worse"

I try to steady my breathing,
Lay on my stomach, chest pressed to the floor,
Because the pressure makes the anxiety slowly fade...

My heart aches,
I long for my arms to be around you,
And yours to be around me,
The way you embrace me after a fight,
The way you hold me tight when my world is in shambles.

I've sacraficed so much,
And I can't help but ... wonder.

Wonder what you're thinking,
And TRULY feeling
One the other side of the static.

So here I sit,
Tear soaked cheeks

Where Would You Be?

If the stars shined one last time for me,
And the moon whispered her goodbyes to me,
In that moment where would you be?
Would you be thinking of me?
Or your self proclaimed destiny?

I Will

She tries to get my attention,
I've fallen into the motions.
She screams,
but all I hear are the thuds of sound proof glass being pounded on with tired fists.

My soul,
Begs me to listen, to act,
To engulf myself in the true reality of the universe.

I will.
I have.
I will again.
Here,
Now.

Recovery

Well,
We meet again,
It's been a year,
Are we still friends?

This pain sets in,
From time to time,
Yet I always seem to return,
For more.

The torture,
The pain,
The bliss.

And recovery...
What for?

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2:19 am
Some things dont change.
She creeps in again,
My old friend.

Shakes me in the night,
Wakes me,
Breaks me...

Put in my stomach,
Heart racing,
She laughs,
I'm pacing.

Old friend?
More like old lover...
Insomnia,
I'll soon disover.

Double Edged

Dark,
Alone.
Trying to easy the bluntness of this piercing darkness with a few tiny glimpses of light.
Feeling loved.
But then.
Disgusted.


From feeling nearly safe and nearly warm,
To anxious, sick, and cold.

But it is simply shock value.
Simply...
What?
Simply one thing to do it, but another to reveal.

But how could I even scream,
Or feel...
When the knife is double edged?

Star Dust

True story:
I have always been super self conscious about my dimple (yes, I only have one). But the older I get the more I realize the universe created me with perfect bits of star dust and solar storms.