Deep inside me, there exists a sadness. Most days I just pretend, to avoid any conflict. Living in a world filled with so much emotion,

Being a person who hears the unspoken. I see the unseen,

I feel what is denied.

The overwhelming responsibility of being a conduit of light,

When most would rather push through life, hiding what’s inside.

I feel their unhappiness.

Don’t they know it was never meant to be carried? They share their pain, wearing it as a badge of honor,

Inviting others to drink from their tall cup of longueurs.

Each interaction depletes me, as I assist with damage control,

Creating barriers to avoid the magnetic pulls.

The pull is so strong, it’s like being mind-controlled.

These dimmed lights are constantly searching for the strength to remove the blindfold.

The sound of the alarm clock in their head,

Reminding them that much of their time has been misled.

For those flying blind,

You have always held the key to unlock the true nature of your design.

Just take pause and ask yourself, “Why?”

Our love is the perfect combination of your pitch and my rhythm.

You are the pick: I am the strings.

I am the high note that you sing.

I am the dance to your melody.

You are the tension, and I am the release.

The two of us together become absolute.

An intricate harmonization felt only between us two.

Now, I want you to tell me, what is love?

You turn your head towards me, wrap your arms around me like a blanket on a cold day, and in my ear, you unleash a band of warmth, singing the perfect song, "Love is you."

The high tides are rolling in;

The familiar sounds playing from a perfectly etched violin;

The melancholic music set on repeat;

The melodies playing on the loop of the downbeat;

Can this song not be rewritten;

To signify what has appeared to be forbidden;

To quiet the mind and open the heart;

To live ones life without being torn apart;

Look closely you will see;

Invisible to most, but accessible in those moments when all worries have been set free;

Imagine yourself flying through the night sky;

Your wings fully developed;

The air on your skin, tiny little goosebumps formulating, each hair end on end;

The feeling of pure electricity flowing through every fiber of your being;

Bare naked, lucid, yesterday's worries no longer existent, no thoughts edging forward;

A constance of everything but nothing;

In one moment of lack;

The veil quickly assumes its position keeping you at bay and sidetracked.

Life is an intricate circle of monumental and trivial events that shape ones universe and existence in this world.

Some maneuver as if they are part of a broadway show;

Others prefer to stand outside of the circle watching those inside;

Some blend in like a chameleon;

While others revolt all that is basic.

My secret place where the darkness forms;

A simplistic place where most decide to roam;

Indecisiveness finds its home here;

Fear circulates behaving like a puppeteer;

Visors replacing clear sight;

Strength slowly taken, no longer able to fight;

Fleeting thoughts of possibilities;

Quickly rushed away by illusions of stability;

Distant echoes of a life that once was;

The slow painful injections of the bitter sweetness that now, is and always was;

The darkness is my friend;

It follows me at every turn;

Light makes its plan to free me… but the dwelling has other plans to keep that consistent burn.

No emotion, your words calculated and cold;

The affects on my heart are often threefold;

The feeling of breathlessness;

Each day longing for a hint of gentleness;

The hurts bind to me like a chain with no release;

Underwater, drowning with no possibility of peace;

Your hand holding me under;

You cast your spells magnifying the lightening and thunder;

I beg for solace;

Instead given a endless string of broken promise;

You pretend it's in my head;

You act as if I misread;

I lay in the dark;

Trying to put back the pieces of my broken heart ;

The water flowing over the hills and crevices;

Making its way to what was but never is your true presence;

For moments I feel hypnotized by your screens;

Giving into the illusion that I am your queen;

It's not too long before it wears off;

The stench of I am sorry, please forgive me,I didn’t mean it, I just love you so much;

I am exhausted by your charades and disguises of a soft touch;

Stuck in this continuous cycle;

Each day hoping for my survival.