consistent
embarkment
delusional me
oh, delusion
closed up
refined
taken over, taken away
proportions
taken advantage of
believe in the devil
focus
hurt yourself
underground
taken under your wing
I suffocated there
laugh at me
be delusional
with me

does it go on?
days unnumbered
feelings undiscovered
telling me to refrain
refinement is Hell
design and intell-
igent ones with their hands on their guns
a sucker for mental abuse
an ally to the cuts and bruise
purple cloud of sound
frozen moments
heat of the disease
disaster
swallowing pride like a pill
the millions
the unease that accompanies
inner securities
delighted in your fragmented attention
stung
by a swarm of bees
they whisper pleas
goodbyes

I pray that somewhere out there,

someone more powerful than I

loves you more than I possibly could.

I pray that God loves me

more than I love myself

because He knows what I am capable of.

I pray that God will take care of you

because I try,

everyday,

and I don't think that the earthly capabilities

of fragile little me will be enough

to save you from yourself.

So find comfort in the fact that,

even when I am not with you,

someone that loves you stronger, deeper, and completely

is always by your side.

still the tongue of possibility slithers its way
into the corners of my lips, but I remember
how you told me to always stay away
be near me, love deeply
if I blow you a kiss, do not catch it
if I tell you I love you, believe me
run away when our time comes to an end, because
someday you will be happy you fled.

Knowing a little bit about a lot
I'm covered in remains
of dust from stars we had captured
Held tightly to my chest,
just something I cannot let go of.
Can't you recall,
the spirit of adventure,
prevalent
Prevalent
In everything you do
We left the memories behind us
but the light still resonates through you

I won't tell you how the sun shines on my skin in the morning
Or make beautiful exaggerations of the whispers of the wind while I'm walking
I won't pretend that every conversation is poem potential
Because since you, words burn like Hell

The slight rise in my heartbeat when I consider the possibility that there could be some form of hope, somewhere.

The littlest spark of excitement, for which I am grateful, even if only for a moment.

In hearing the calls from above me,

in the light bleeding through the gaps in full trees.

Although I cannot feel it around me,

there's hope in implicit harmonies.