My eyes are open,
all I see is darkness.
The sunrising is myself taking my first morning breath.
A deep inhale and slow exhale,
I watch it move from the east to the west.
It moves so slowly throughout the day,
but in the final moment of the sunset-
you can’t even bat an eye.
Darkness falls quicker than expected.
The stars gleam across the night sky,
and it’s where I become the most open.
Telling all my hopes,
& every little feeling.
Slowly closing my eyes to drift into my dreams.
Another sunrise not promised,
for my soul may slip into the heavens,
without a regret of anything.
Her, entrapped in the tower.
Him, out at sea.
The light was her burning love-
the sail to pull him in.
Waves building while night was falling,
Her heart was his home.
Long mermaid hair and emerald eyes,
longing to have his body to hold.
The first glimpse of his ship,
she aborts the tower.
He comes ashore.
Flesh to flesh,
syncing their breaths.
Her light brought him in,
his heart was home.
They say we age like fine wine,
is that because humans tend to become bottled up?
And how we need a moment to breathe,
to become the best we can be?
Isn’t it funny how the wine bottle empties all it has inside
to portray the very best version of itself.
To appeal and appease their crowd-
how that’s similar to us.
Literally draining ourselves empty-
For a crowd we may never become a fan of.
Or as we stretch our legs,
we may become the one dancing on their taste buds.
The sweetest body,
the one they cannot forget.
Tile floors and coffee bitter,
This whole world is seeming to wither.
Bare bones we won’t expose.
Darkness we want to hide.
Water tainted in our mitten,
Politicians lining their pockets with this crisis.
It’s a shame we can’t just unite.
Another article will be released,
the whole world still acts surprised.
Money and greed seem to be the first to win.
But they will drowned in their ways,
for money can’t buy-
My depression is called the Four Seasons Resort.
A room for one? Yes.
Anxiety is my weighted blanket,
tear stained pillows tell how the night went.
My body held captive by the mattress,
No strength to to sit up.
The sun rose,
yet there I still wept.
Laying there, sinking.
Tip of my head to the tip of my toes,
feeling like I ran a marathon,
yet i haven’t moved a bone.
Darkness begins to fall yet again,
another day gone.
I’m gonna awake and stretch my spine.
Someday, i’ll overcome this battle of mine.
Smoke filled room,
I was walking out the door.
His voice carried through the smog.
“Stop! You- don’t go.”
My head turned over my shoulder.
“Me?” I mouthed.
Standing on the stage,
Light over his face,
His head nodded yes.
I walked toward his band,
My heart became the drum.
“Um, I noticed you dancing.”
His words he sung.
Shy smile across my face, he reached for my hand.
He pulled me in and we slowly become the only two in the bar.
This is where our story begun.