I’m wasting all this salt
On wounds that have healed
I’m wasting all this love
On he who has left
I’m writing all these words
On letters I’ve sealed
Feeding roses the tears
My eyes never wept.
I’m painting all this hope
On a dead soldier’s shield
In hopes of a tomorrow
That history has kept.
My heart is yearning
My eyes are burning
By the tears
That never came.
My mind is filled
Regrets are chewing
The parts of my soul
I put to shame.
What I wanted most
I’m never perusing
And the difference I craved
Remained the same.
Memories shattered
My heart is flattered
With the dreams
Deep in my head.
The lessons I’ve learned
Lay around, scattered
A bloodlust for the monsters
Under my bed.
This childhood’s over
And all that mattered
Is stuck in the words
I never said.
Somewhere between
The nuclear fusion
A clear disillusion
Was set.
A soul for a galaxy
A soul for another
Made of the same star
But never met.
I’m a phoenix
Arisen from ashes
Of a burning passion
An undying flame.
I’m destined for greatness
I’m destined for greatness
But I’m of destruction
All the same.
I’ve seen darkness
In the depth of your eyes
And the way they quickly
Make me surrender.
I’ve seen fury
Darker than black
In the way your tongue
Is your sharpest defender.
If you’re a black hole
In the depths of the skies
You can have my soul
For I love you tender.
The journey has ended
My heart almost mended
Ugly stitches
And dirty lies.
The fire of fury
With compassion has blended
A mixture of sadness
In my eyes.
These last few breaths
Are slowly spended
On solid grounds
And broken skies.
I wish I could say that this life I’m living
Is in my own hands; it’s all mine
But goodness, the need for self forgiving
Plays a big roll all too fine
I spend my nights waiting for ravens
And days finding pennies to wish on
But it’s slowly slipping through my fingers
This life of mine is too far
gone.
Someone once asked me
What afterlife meant
For me in particular.
Afterlife for me
Is the spot between life and death
The rush between exhaustion and excitement
The moment between drunkenness and sobriety.
Afterlife for me is life in the moments
When everything freezes.
The moments we use
To not do,
But to precisely be.
Afterlife is everything I picture in my mind
Right before I fall asleep
And the scenes that books paint in my mind
And ripped canvases and crumpled up poetry.
Afterlife is not destruction
Afterlife is the bits of life
That are spent somewhere
As far as the constellations.
Afterlife is not a place
Afterlife is not death
No, it doesn’t happen after-
It only happens during.
The first day I met you
I promised to give you every part of me
Little by little each day.
And so there you had my heart
And my lungs
And my mind.
The first day you met me
You promised to become one with me.
So you became my veins
My thoughts
My memories.
But what we both forgot
Was that the sky wasn’t shared
And the galaxies were millions of light years apart.
What we forgot,
Was that the ocean doesn’t stay still
And it was preposterous to think
That a star never died.
The first day I met you
I promised to give you every part of me
Little by little each day.
And so there you had my heart
And my lungs
And my mind.
The first day you met me
You promised to become one with me.
So you became my veins
My thoughts
My memories.
But the star did die
Long before the realization hit us.
And now
You have every part of me
And I am left
With you running through my veins
And my thoughts,
And some shattered memories
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