I'll put a name on this when I have one.

 

The city runs through your veins.

Like lights cruising a highway

That connects our hearts.

I see your heart yearn for the noise

That calms its erratic breathing.

Just like the sounds of crickets under the stars

Calms the noise in this head of mine. 

We meet in the middle of the street.

The threat of being run over

So very prevalent.

But we are reckless,

Reckless in our love.

So who cares if you live halfway across the country,

When I see you walking the highway 

Towards me - When 

You see me abandon my inhibitions 

And want to drown in your waters,

Choke on our sins.

We are reckless.

And that's alright,

Because we are young,

Young and wild,

Yearning to be free.

So the city runs through your veins,

And the fields through mine.

I grow the grapes, and you drink the wine.

I look at the stars above, you look at them below.

But I am still yours and you are still mine.

Persevere

Oh my darling, 
Don’t pull your skin.
It hurts me to patch you up.
Please consider what I feel.

Every time you pull away,
I tear myself open 
And stitch my skin on your open wound,
Leave mine gaping.

A day may come when I am dead.
Blood loss reaching my brain.
And you’d be left alone, a pool of guilt.
Tearing and tearing, again and again.

Oh my darling
Learn to heal yourself.
Let not the soldiers on your body decay.
Don’t let their rot consume you, 

Let them in peace pass away.

The day may be long and the night even longer,
But I beg of you, to not deter.
Persevere, Persevere.

It is without doubt, going to get better.

If I die

If I die 

and think about what I would leave behind,

All I can see are tear tracks on invisible faces.

If I die

and think about being burned or buried,
All I know is that my soul will be in hell.

For it was me that put myself there.

It was me, that embodied pain.

Every conscious and unconscious choice

Placed my under that weight.

If I die

and think about my materials,

All I know is, they may burn with me

Or collect dust on the corner of a bookshelf

Just like they always did,

with no regard to any plea.

Love and be Free

I hate it sometimes.
That I am so disgustingly in love with romance,
While time and time again she has spurned me.
I never seem to learn
From my mistakes.
Of loving too easy.
Or maybe it is selfish 
To want someone to be in love with me.
Someone, I could love in return, 
Love, and be free.

Questions

The Ache in my heart

Dulls and spasms

Seemingly endless,

Like a sky without stars.

My head is stormed with questions.

The castle that is my mind shakes.

Lightning strikes, 

And windows break.

They enter abruptly,

And never leave.

Steal my sanity, 

Make my heart feel bereaved.

Petrichor

Take me away, to faraway lands of evergreen.

To lands of rain, and petrichor.

Take me away from these radioactive vibrations

of the sounds of humanity.

Please, Oh Universe! Let me be one with you.
I do not want to live like this anymore.
Take my breath away, along with my heart.
Let me decay into nature.
Let me be, Petrichor.

Freeform

Does it seem so unfathomable?

To see the world from my eyes and filter.
Rose though they are not, my glasses offer beauty

in the form of coffee-scented pages and parchment-coloured clouds.

Is it so undesirable?

To want to experience the tranquillity of a world without

the weights that bear on a mind.

I'd hope not, because-

For you, my love, I cultivate this peace.

For you, my love,  I keep away the blood that rose-tinted glasses bring.

For you, my love I wait for you in this world.