Stolen Vision

nights like these

they keep me alive 

and they make me crawl 

away from the light 

away from the light 
right int the dark of the moon 

and nights like these 

they assure me

they carve unit my flesh 

with the moon’s glow 

delicate shadows of the clouds

and once maybe twice 

I check my dead phone 

for hints of you 
but it doesn’t-

it doesn’t show

like the dark side of the moon 
i feel very intrigued
the clouds swirl around 

like cotton candy vein made

and I feel like my vision’s fading

maybe the moon-
yes it is the moon 

it is taking away my vision 

i would say i’m moonstruck

and glad too 
but until a while ago 

i thought my vision 

existed because you did

it was because you were 

it no longe is, it is fading 
maybe that’s my queue 

of your inexistence 
you disappeared as silently as

the swirling clouds 

only to leave behind 

the moon with my stolen vision 

Understand Yourself.

Babydoll, It doesn’t matter if others don’t love you like I do, or if they don’t feel your goosebumps when good music plays in the background. It doesn’t matter if they hate you and call you a whore for staring at a boy who’s “way out of your league” for fifteen minutes straight because you find him mysterious with his covered eyes and spiked up tattoos.

What matters, what only matters, is that they are they and you are you; that’s how it’ll always be. They won’t ever understand you, even that boy who says he understands how you feel while he rubs your thigh.

All everybody needs is self-acceptance . All everybody needs is to understand themselves. Why do you bother with trying to make others understand the ravishing mess that you are?

They won’t understand you. And if you look at it clearly, that’s even better. The point of beauty is that it’s always hard to grasp.

The ONLY thing that is important is that YOU understand yourself because you’re the only one who feels the magnitude of everything in your life.

It doesn’t matter if the shopkeeper gives you a look that clearly states, ‘She looks like a slut, maybe after she’s done with that, I can get in her pants.’ after he glances at the ten bottles of whisky you just slammed on the counter with a slight shift of legs.

All that matters, and all that will EVER matter, is that you accept the truly beautiful mess that you are.

My Death

When I die,
I want it to be fast.
So I don’t see your face.
Which I know would be wet from tears,
The lines on your face,
And the wrinkles;
They don’t matter.
You still looked pretty to me.
I don’t want to see your face,
Because I know,
It wouldn’t stop shedding tears.
And that would make my ‘goodbye’s
And my ‘I love you’s,
A complete waste.
So, when I go,
I don’t wish for tears,
But I would rather want,
My last kiss.
So, even in the after world,
I would have a tingling sensation on my lips,
And I would never forget you.
The touch of your hands in my,
Your hair strands falling slightly on my cheeks,
Your lips right were they belong,
On mine.

And as I died,
It all flashed back,
Those precious memories of everyday,
Were it was just you and I.
In our own very world,
Filled with rainbows,
Flowers,
And the untouchable sky that we touched.
While we reached for the sky,
We strode hand in hand.
While we fought,
We reached out for each other.
And while we laughed,
We preserved the memories in our minds.
For life was too short,
For we didn’t have much time.
And all along,
We grew strong,
Side by side.
Right were we belonged.

Now, I wonder in helpless directions.
Lost track of time,
While I gaze upwards,
Longing to see the moon,
Which j no longer can see.
I’ve reached the after world, love.
And I hope to meet with you again,
Because I’m afraid that the tingling sensation on my lips,
It will soon fade away…
And that, I’m afraid, will cause my memories of you to fade as well…
Love, I’ve loved you dearly throughout the years,
And I don’t care about others,
I just want you back by my side,
Were you rightly belong.