you are the owl eyes i see at night
staring at me from the corner
i dont have the courage to turn on the light

close your eyes
let the sounds guide you
senses growing stronger 
when one is deprived

thoughts are burning like wildfires
the more that you push them away
the stronger they become


9/13/15 4:30AM

i think about you all of the time
and i wish you were still mine
you're like a vine
strangling my mind
you're like a vine
poisoning me form the inside

i think about dying sometimes
i think about becoming a ghost
and sometimes it feels right
but i wake up and keep on living my life
because thats what im supposed to do
sometimes i wake up and the light comes in
and i feel alright
i know that ill be just fine.

the light came in

black and white
absence and presence
so similar 
but so fucking different

hidden until the flowers grow
what do we do
how do we know
what do we do

this is my secret i hold it in my hands
so much pressure
so much time
it has not become a diamond yet

was(n't) meant to be