The loudest sound,
You'll never hear...
You were beauty, magic, and everything I yearned...
I found myself at your feet...
Am I alike a yoyo?
if so - the axle is my heart...
Tactility is nearly lost; exploring this wall
this plain white wall where hangers once pierced...
A sycamore tree, stands broad and alone upon a...
spring ochre leaves fall upon lush verdure...
You snuck into my life
Through a back door...
I beg you to just stay alive
Keep fighting this big fight...
Unwanted visions collect thoughts -
I file them away...
I can withstand
the ill words...
Once your soul truly knows how to weep.
Or your heart learns the feeling of being broken...
There is a crack above
where light silences the whispering...
Memoirs of my manic mentality
scratches denial, deeply into my skin...