Melancholy grounding me,
Collecting on a bill past due —
It's gonna be a lonely day
Of healing.

Unclean thoughts on sterile ground,
Trying to keep my posture decent —
What I feel should not be sensed,
Lest I burn this helium castle down.

You're such a cliché,
But that's alright —
I don't mind,
So long you're mine.

Out of hope,
Lost in ruins
Of unfinished dreams,
I see the contours of a man
That should have been
But never will be
Me.

Passive aggressive
Subliminal hate —
I'm fine.
Read that any way you like.

Whispered words
Sinking straight into my skin —
Breaths in cadence,
Unison,
Ecstasy,
Sharing bliss
At the edge
Where you start,
And I begin.

Fissures in a mirror brightly,
Letting in the dark of doubt —
Is reality what I see,
Or the hells I dream about?

The emperor's new truths,
Confusion worn
In search of answers —
Tell me what I cannot see,
Not what I shouldn't do.

Sun baking shifting sands,
Yet another virgin season
Of rebirth has arrived —
Skies clear,
And the world comes alive.

Eyes meeting,
Evading —
Heat signatures
Flaring
In the cold, cold
Crowded room.

Stardust oaths in daylight,
Empty as the summer sky —
Weaker moments taking detours
Into unexpected lives.

Ever balanced on my limits,
Melancholy, never livid —
Try me. I may mind,
But will never let it show.

Timed attention lacking passion,
Token displays of affection —
Acting out the parts
We never felt.

Healing rays,
Warming smiles —
Spring is here
In full force,
And the world
At long last
Feels alright.

Afraid to do,
Scared to act —
Discontentment feedback loop.
Not brave enough,
And miserable.

Childhood’s end,
Innocence immaculate —
Unspoiled, yet
Eager to cross
The black ink line
To live the consequence beyond.

Let near, but never
Close enough,
Darkened rooms
With pretty curtains —
Wary, but never certain
What goes on
Behind those tastefully
Painted walls.

We waste lifetimes building
Houses of demeanor
On intangible foundations
Of hope and fear.

After seats
Not meant for us —
We hold the keys,
But not the locks.

That purpose is
Veiled obsession
Is a paralyzing truth
We cannot learn until —
Through success or failure —
We no longer have it.