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If I am nothing to you, that's fine

Because nothing lasts forever

So I have forever to wait for you

All your tears are my fault

In those drops I'm the salt

I'm the reason Love is blind

Your wrong-body you had to find

But you know you had some part

When I only mirrored your heart

You are the kiss of death. Anything you had affection towards ends up dying

I am the undying. No matter how many times I died, i wont.

So kiss me until Time decides we can't be separated.

Dear Time,

I wish I was met with your gentle touch instead of being in the clutches of Pain. He always finds me first. I'm already twisted and turned. You can tell the difference in people. The ones you greet first and the ones that Pain finds first. Please, I'm reaching out. Find me first for once

Love me

Dear you,

I always found you first. You was just too calloused and bruised to feel my delicate touch. That's when Pain comes in. Making you change.. because you have to. It's not your fault and I'm sorry it has to be like this. You need to feel a soft touch for once then maybe you can feel mine. I want to grow with you more than Pain has grown with you. I know it isn't fair but someone has to live it. I know you can. Please, feel me first so you don't have to hurt anymore.

Love Time

The days of the week has become mundane without you

Your absence feels like Monday. The Feeling of dread

Text feels like Tuesday. Always gets me to the next day

Smile feels like Wednesday. I'm half way there

Voice feels Thursday because the only thing better is

Lips feels like Friday. I'm finally there

Embrace feels like Saturday, I'm truly lost in an escape

The alarm feels like Sunday. I know I'm about to leave

Then it would repeat

Sand castles

We built a castle with our hardships and tears

But it didn't matter

Because it was only made of sand

And it's high tide

I know the gods envy us mortals

Because we have something they don't

Our mortal will

We don't live forever and that's the beauty of us

To choose to love one for a lifetime

To suffer great loss

And we would do it all over again if we could

It was never about the sex. Just the after. Where it isn't possible for our bodies to touch anymore than they already are. But I'll try and pull you closer. Pushing into me as if our atoms could become one. Burying my face into your neck. Just how I bury my doubts. Into you.

Puzzle pieces

All this time you've wandered

All the love you let go

Has it once made you whole

Always stuck with two puzzle pieces

The beginning and end

Trying to make the in-between fit

Worlds away

I was never here to stay

And that's okay

Don't ever be afraid

I'll still find you world's away

The literary equivalent of a dumpster fire

Tongue of silver, quick of wit

Can’t seem to find

Words that fit

Holding a clean pen

And a fresh bottle of ink

An empty page is candle-lit

An aspiring poet

That can’t keep on form

Behind the desk they sit

Inside their lonely dorm

Throwing words on a page

Trying to make them stick

A fumbling dance

Of trial and error

Trying on epithets

Presenting them to the world

Shaking hands

Trembling voice

A stumbling game

Of anxiety and terror

Impatient for inspiration

Throwing phrases around

Rolling them on their tongue

Seeing how they feel in the mouth

Hoping to find something

To spark inspiration

The start of a story

Or the ending of one

How do you end a poem?

Hey, why does my mouth always taste like metal after we kiss?

Her hair was a flowing cherry red

Like the ichor she lacked

A heart that never bled

A hollow soul

From which tears were never shed

A beautiful monster

A creature in disguise

Making lives shatter

Good thing it takes

More than one bite

To become a creature like her

Sickly sweet words

Force fed poison

Scarred by her venom

Making limbs go numb

As I pulled away

I saw my flesh in her fangs

My life in her claws

My blood in her maw

Coating her lips and her grin

As my vigour wears thin

How lucky am I

As ironic as it seems

To already be something

Other than human

Curses can’t stack

I can’t believe that some stupid constellations stole my partner

Young wanderer, please tear your gaze from the sky

Look at me one last time, before I’m left behind

To wonder why I wasn’t enough

Why is it that the stars are your one true love?

You yearn for something always out of reach

What will it take to keep you here

Instead of searching for star formations

You are my light, my muse

The source of all my inspirations

Alas you are blinded by starlight

Summer evenings spent alone

Shooting stars taunting me

Young wanderer, please come home

I miss you dearly

I can see your stars so clearly

If only I was one of them

Creeping creatures, crowns of clover

Sleeping magic, forest’s blight

Creeping creatures stalk the night

Crowns of clover, hope in vane

The growing blight will be your bane

Whispered breath and watching eyes

Nowhere safe, nowhere to hide

I just wanted to write about werewolves (and it’s at least kinda okay, I think)

The moon’s beauty is no longer mine to see

Her face now causes only agony

When before, the silver light was soothing

If only that could last

Passing on the curse through flesh and fang

Wishing things could have stayed the same

Always caught on the line

Between monster and human

Never truly either

Wishing for the control and safety of one

Longing for the freedom of the other

Dreaming of having a companion who understands

Yet still hoping to never pass this life onward

Wax and wane

Comes the pain

Like the ocean waves

I too am driven by the moon

Celestial bodies in the sky

Hear my howl, my plea tonight

My voice warps, turned harsh and feral

As my body is shred and born anew

Under the unforgiving glow

My new form begins to grow

Ever searching

Seeking a companion who understands

I hear a lovely cacophony

Surely I’m not the only one

I add my lonely voice to theirs

So near and yet so far

And I hope

If I pretend I know what I’m doing, no one will notice, right?

I will fly into the sun

Until I must fall to the sea

Incandescent beast of failure

Like a moth drawn to crystal flame

I will run my wax wings into the ground

No one taught me how to make them real

So they fly safe and sound

While I am shedding feathers

Trying to keep up my stride

Sunlight and salt spray

Pull at my brain as I greet the sea

My best way to cope

Apparently

Is to write an overly dramatic poem

About being a burnt out gifted kid with adhd

Note to self: take your damn meds

Space is super gay and no one can convince me otherwise

Reflecting your light back to you

So you might see your own radiance

I am duller without you

Our eternal celestial dance

You are a star

A flaming ball of passion

I am caught in your orbit

Not asking for any attention

Maybe one day I’ll be enough

To shine in my own

But for now I’ll take the light you give me

And mimic your glow

I’m just a moon next to a goddess

Something something water coloured eyes… Is this anything?

Your slate blue eyes

I feel like I’m drowning in shallow water

A simple solution

Get up and walk away

I can’t

Every time I try

I slip back down again

Scraping my knees on harsh wet pavement

Ice on the walkway

An easily missed danger

Shallow water

I miss the days when I thought you were kind

But now I know it’s your fault

Not mine

You hid my rain-boots

Drowning in a puddle

Easily avoided

And yet I didn’t

I should have known your shallow gaze was a warning

The eyes are the window to the soul after all

I’m on the ground, you’re smiling as I choke on wet stone

Hey, getting hurt sucks actually, who would’ve thought?

Paper slicing ribbons from my hand

Blood flowing freely from my veins

I wrote a poem on the piece that cut me

Hoping to hide the stains

Like covering a carcass in flowers

Trying to hide the smell

Holding my hand close to my chest

Weeping over bruises like they’re stab wounds

Sore where I gnawed a hole in my flesh

Howling like an injured animal

Tears spill salt into the cracks

First aid was never my forte

It’s late so obviously it’s time to have some Big Feelings

Sometimes I am too loud

And I put my foot in my mouth

I say something stupid

Play it off as a joke, it’s okay

But there is one thing that I have always had trouble saying

I’m not sure when I last said “I love you”

I think it, easily, and I feel it

But I can never form the words in a way that others can know

I’m sure I could write it if I tried

But it never feels right

I think the last time I said it

Was as a closing statement to a phone call

But I don’t think it counts

It’s too quick, too perfunctory

Half the time it isn’t even heard

Said too late to matter

I don’t know why I have such trouble with it

I want to but I can’t

So I don’t

And it’s upsetting, to me alone, sure

But I have enough frustration

To make up for for their lack

There are plenty of ways to show love

To make it known

So I employ those instead

Actions often speak louder than words

But even still

Words can be plenty loud on their own

I call myself a poet

Someone who can paint with metaphors

Weave rhymes to make a tapestry of syllables

And yet three little words allude me

Stuck on the tip of my tongue

The edge of my pen

I’ll blame it on the autism

There's so many things I'd like to tell you. Maybe how I thought that this could finally be my 'good day'. Or how when you said that you missed me, my heart skipped a beat, because no one ever misses me. You're the first person who listened. Who understood. I loved you so much. I finally thought I could trust you. But now I'm sitting here bleeding from my chest. You left the door open when you took my heart. You never came back. I thought I could trust you, but I'm not sure anymore.

- Dreaming of Wolves//Poems