withdrawl.

it's a panging.
quiet. subtle. severe.
my heart leaps about,
crying out for my soul.
my stomach feels like a blackhole,
endless and yearning.
my head is pounding and deep in thought.
it needs and craves and wants
only this. only you.
only that bottomless satisfaction.
perfection.
just a little.
now? forever? never?

The Door Swung Shut

i descend into the darkness of your eyes
you're watching me
waiting for an answer that would lead you in (to my soul)

and i think to myself...
maybe its too much at once

you kiss my nose softly.
you are still waiting,
i can see it in the way your face has changed
growing impatient now with my heart

how can i put this heaviness on you
of all the people i love
you. cannot ask me for this.

so you'll stay there waiting and wanting
growing evermore impatient with me
and just when you want to give up
i'll let you in.

Own This.

she knows how to move,
how to feel,
how to be.
gives it her all
she doesn't sense them staring anymore
she's numb to it.
they watch her dance.
she's graceful,
beautiful,
elegant...
everything they imagine she should be.
she remembers a time when she was little
dancing in the wild flowers by her home
it wasn't like this then.
concentrate.
make the moves.
perfection.
her heart beats wildly to the music,
she knows the songs all too well.
finally after what seems like forever,
shes done putting on this show.

fragile

show me how to float
i'll try not to sink again!

i'm strong, i've just been sick too long
to even remember what strength is...

i feel like my legs have given out,
my head has given up,
my heart is consumed.

prop me up. do something.
i can't do it on my own

i almost thought i could float
but i'm sinking.