rain and lightning command the space around me

and while the storm rages

my inner turmoil quiets down

a reflection of my true self

the image of growth overdue

letting go of bonds tied to others

to free myself from this prison of care

opening the heart and mind to those who are eager to give

and hesitant to take

finding a balance that sustains myself

for I cannot afford to live the life of others

as they rage in self-loathing and despair

hiding from their own fates

my inner turmoil quiets down

i’m sorry i ever met you that rainy day

it hurts to say this but you were the best

thing that has ever happened to me and

it hurts to think about the ending before

anything had the chance to even begin

i’m sorry for wanting you next to me

never knew pain could feel this good

and high came from a person’s name

i’m so addicted to and it’s killing me

i’m sorry for needing you in my life

every night i stop myself because

living on meant seeing you again

i’m sorry for loving you

i'd do it again and again

- deathetix

Out on the marsh, I sang a song

Its lines told the story of my lost one.

We used to spend the days together,

Hiding behind the cypresses,

enjoying the fresh weather,

running over grass banks

and making love on the warm soil.

Now these days, you are gone.

The footprints in the sand are the only thing that you left.

First I thought I’d be doomed to watch them,

still leaving trails for me to haunt them.

But with the rising sun and the setting moon,

I knew that that wasn’t what you wanted me to do.

Instead, I now sit on the front porch of my shack,

Letting my imagination grow from the loneliness in my head

I see you dancing all over the floor,

with a laugh, I fell in love once before

And with that, I knew, that the marshland, it’s true

Kept all my memories of you.

In peace and quiet, I now close my eyes,

take the last breath and then follow thine.

Waiting for your embrace on the other side of life,

I’m happy to leave this one behind.

i hate that i

have the audacity to write about

love

what the hell do

i know

how do i know if

i ever really felt anything

or did i just want it so much that i convinced myself that something was happening

cause i keep the safety on

never taking a shot

never knowing

a scrap of anything

i only have salvaged truths

from the neighbor's trash

im a just a coward

with

an emotional pen