The Mountain Mist

When my sanity is tied so tightly to the notion

That you will always be mine

I hope you understand why I'm broken

When the strings of fate that tangled us together

Begin unraveling

Like the denumount of a bittersweet film

That I've seen coming but just can't bear to watch.

I've turned the ending in my mind

Like a smooth stone in my hand

Feeling for any scratch and mar

To justify holding on

Instead of skipping it on the surface of the sea.

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5/14

I inhale lemon.

A sweet breath

That ushers in my sleep,

So then i waver

Into a state

Filled with nothing

Except the scent

Of tangerine dreams.

Thoughts on Love #14

What we have isn't sweet, kind, or pure. It is a red war. I look at myself and I don't see the adoring eyes of a woman in love, instead I see the hardened stare of a soldier. This love is a battle; we will fight, claw, and tear ourselves apart in order to win. But what do we gain? One step forward, two steps back until we are miles apart. Now, I miss the fight- I miss the look in your eyes that would reassure me that you believed in the cause. I miss the expression that confirmed that you believed in me.

Living in the Empty

How can i feel like empty space?

A dark abyss

Infinite in its shallows

And also in its depths

I am swimming forever

Drowning in an eternal loop

Only to awake once more

In the neverending shadows

I am being swallowed

Trapped, consumed, then freed

Alone in this infinity

With only darkness to breathe.

Somewhere deep

In this scaffolding of bones

My heart aches

For love

And the stars

Thoughts on Love #12

I want to love a person who loves me with my mask on, but dosent shrink away when I take it off. I want to love a person who accepts who I am underneath the layers of lies and falsity that I put up. I want to love a person who thinks my flaws are beautiful. I want someone to love me for me.

Let me stain your face

With kisses

And your heart with my love

So that my color

Will blend with yours

To become a painted sky

I wandered into the purple mist

And listened to the eerie croaks

Of creatures in the dark

Paying no mind

To the smoke and haze

That smothers out my spark

And in that moment

I finally understood

What it meant to feel

Breathless

All you need is the plan, the road map, and the courage to press on to your destination.

Earl Nightingale