I churn my insides
Tie and twist it.
Squeeze and crumble,
Some random thoughts.
Collect and pile some
Stacks of emotional setbacks,
And pack tight some of
My own shattered pieces.
And I paint them with words,
When I play with my emptiness.
Don't mind the shades; they're,
Meant to be, incomplete and obscure.
You consume me
With your eyes,
And behold me
With your lips.
You wink with your
Smile sometimes;
Give me hope and
Stab me with apathy.
Caught up in this abyss,
I'm adrift.
On the barren lonely nights,
Stop climbing on
My mountain of loneliness,
And make me bleed words.
Give me reasons.
Set me free.
Of all the shiny,
wide awake days;
And the embellished
starry nights;
You're the subtleties of
the of the evening.
Not a distant dream
Or a drab sullen reality.
Of all the things I flaunt,
You my dear are,
An unending array
Pleasant, unnoticeable;
Sweet disposition,
That's always around.
