My-Rising

Baby, you used to be my North star: Whenever I got lost, I could always find My way back into your arms. And that was never difficult, Because you held oceans in your palms And revealed to me the mysteries of their depths; Every night you plucked the constellations From the sky like lute strings And made them my lulaby I was your loyal explorer, You, my trusty guide. At least, until the poles shifted, When North became South and the constellations Turned upside-down; then... I could never find you Again. I tried, I swear, but We kept travelling in opposite directions. You continued to blaze somewhere in the cosmos While I fo

I won't deny the truth of your love, But this is probably your first time, So I'll try not to ruin the euphoria for you. My cynicism tends to do that to people sometimes. But there are things that must be said, regardless. I'm sorry I don't have as intense feelings As you probably do; Mine burned long ago for someone else, So now they're only embers. And I'm sorry I don't have many enrapturing words to captivate you Or love songs to serenade you; They only bring back past memories. Most of all, I'm sorry I don't wander in the depths of your eyes When I look at them; I'm tired From trying to figure out one maze too many. But the

The first time I told people I wanted to be a nocturnal, they said I was crazy. "Scary things come out at night." "You're such a pretty girl, you never know what could happen to you out there." But the truth is, the night is the only time when the scary things become warm and fluffy. The truth is, the really scary things only come out during the day. In the light, you are forced to face horrible truths and heartbreaking lies. In the light, you must see things for what they truly are. No more, no less. But the night can be anything you wish it to be. You can sculpt shadows endlessly, creating all the friends and stories you need. You can w

Hello love, It's me again. Guess what? I have finally been able to say goodbye. To you, specifically, In case you were wondering. So don't be surprised When your things suddenly reappear on your doorstep; I don't want to borrow them anymore. The chains holding my heart to yours Have rusted away And the only salty waters I taste now Are the ocean waves crashing against me And whatever tears may come Are tears of joy. You have been a fond memory Of simpler times; But to look back now Would mean my demise. I hope you find someone new to love. (It shouldn't be too difficult for you.) Here's to what we were. Thanks for the me

To my Favorite Drug: Yes, I overdosed on you. I should've known better, but I did it anyway. I wish I could say that I couldn't help myself But that's a lie I've been telling for too long; The truth is: I was lonely and horny And you were my sweetest escape. I dreamed of you every night. I thought my release from rehab had finally come. --- But I relapsed. The temptation of your sweet kiss (Destruction) Was too euphoric to resist, And my hopeless mind turned it into A romance. A dance with golden-masked death. Just one more time. One more hit, and I'll be done, I swear. I swear I'll give you up tomorrow if I can just have

Dear Ex-Lover, If you never want to see me again, at least have the mercy to say you never cared about me, because memories of true happiness open up scars every time they're thought of. Pick up your pride and say I was never worth it, and I'll say I should have never wasted my time on you. Don't try to soften your words, because hands with knives hurt less than hands with bandages. Match your harsh words with mine, and we'll both leave with broken, but healing, hearts. If you must leave, just know that your phantom still sleeps with me every night. Right before my conciousness slips away, he kisses my forhead and whispers, "I still love yo

I hope you find arms that hold you Warmer and closer Than mine ever did. I hope when you look into her eyes You see her soul shining bright And not my phantom. I hope you find happiness Even when you forget my name While I write yours every day. I hope your heart stays open To receive all the love it can Even though mine may be Scarred shut forever. I hope the sun kisses you awake every morning. I hope the wind whispers sweet everythings in your ear. I hope the moon will lay next to you every night, Just like how she will, And how I always wished I would.

There is nohing worse than Being dragged back to the starting line By your own mind. The finish line was shining, singing my victory; Until my thoughts slammed me into the dirt. Every inhale left me coughing Up mud from my mouth And blood from my heart And just when I thought it was finally over, My stomach began a mutiny. It started expelling every memory of you, Every laugh Every hug Every kiss; And left my mouth tasting Bittersweet with memories and regrets. Out of all the words you could have used To sharpen the knife you stabbed me with, I never thought the words that were the sharpest would be, "I. Still. Care." Thos

We used to be invincible, him and I, Hand in hand. We faced the world With convex chests and Hopeful hearts; We said "I love you" so much Without ever thinking it would lose its meaning. But it did. We never saw entropy take hold Of what we meant to each other And rip it apart until it was dust; And even when we finally realized what it had done, It was too late. The debris of our love was already Scattered across our faces, Making us strangers Where we once were Recognizable from a mile away. Every attempt to re-introduce ourselves, Failed. Every effort to re-know the other person, Futile. Memories are the one thing Entropy has yet to touch