You run in my brain.
Footsteps on rugs.
Prints on a window pane.

Knock over the vase
and with a crash
disturb the place.

I wish you would leave
but that would mean
leaving me.

You've already made a home.
In my mind, with you,
I don't feel so alone.

But it could be nice
to wake up and see your eyes.
To breathe in the same air.
Run fingers through hair.

To awake at dawn
and watch your
chest rise and fall
like the tide.

But it could be nice
to watch darkening skies.
A simple kiss goodnight
could feel oh so right.

To fall asleep last
as I watch your
eyelids flutter
and your heart
slow down.

People are
                  lonely
       and the world is
sad.
It makes others
                          crazy.
        My inner self
glad.

Why is it so
                    hard
          to find one
being
to whom I can
                         console?
            A heart where I
belong.

A call for
               light.
         Nothing in the
dark.
          Reaching and leaving no
mark.

A lonely
              soul
         yet a heart of
gold.

He tastes like
stale cigarette
smoke and lust.
He says
he likes me.
He swears
to call.
A kiss on
the neck
that burns
skin raw.

Tongue clenches sour.
Hands that shook.
Hair splitting evil.
Sin with a look.

It's funny to see how I change.
A stab in the dark.
A flash of pain.
What I am versus
who I was
rage inside me.

Who has won?

I did not die.
I am in the wind.
Breathe me in,
fill your lungs.
Release me to the sky.

I did not die.
I am here.
Feel my touch.
It is for you.
Give me a try.

I did not die.
For I was never alive.

You are not the breath I breathe
or
the water that touches my lips.
You are not my wake up call
or
my goodnight kiss.

You are the heart in my chest
and
the beats beneath my skin.
You are what gives me life
and
a new place to begin.