
anticipating the unknown
only for the butterflies
that need to fly now and again
the relief felt facing life
head on, giving it the bird
suddenly all was worth the pain

anticipating the unknown
only for the butterflies
that need to fly now and again
the relief felt facing life
head on, giving it the bird
suddenly all was worth the pain
a shell empty and alone
going through the motions of life
questions swirling inside
heart, preyed upon by a knife

why is it so hard
to squeeze in a word
from time to time
proficiency nullified
when faced with reality
of someone to pine
over, just like that
heartbroken and alone
and fears redefine
what if my lips are shut
suffering alone forever
will you then be mine

the more i learn
the more empty i feel
learning but
the depth of the vessel
empty
never sated

it’s been too long to count
the days of my love for you
immovable through stormy life
yet unrequited throughout
my use to you was to be used
for your whims were my commands
only to be discarded after
like stale news of old yester
at least you could’ve hated me
i would’ve cherished the vehemence
all i could see was indifference
unworthy to elicit an emotion
your essence gone
all that’s left behind
lingering aroma

staring at that blank page
for hours on end
trying really hard to find
worthy use for the parchment
where have all the words gone
why has the ink dried
used to fill both sides easy
it’s hard now to finish a side
maybe it’s this feeling i have
all the pain seems torched
how do i write when i’m happy
who am i if i’m not scorched
a constant struggle to survive
the daily curveballs of life
a fluttering stomach, uneasy mind
leaving all comforts behind
existence lies
in belief
sometimes reality
is a lie
i am everywhere
i am nowhere
life lies
in action
a flatline
is a lie
i am dead
i am alive