a.m. poetry

there’s darkness clouding your light

weighing down your wings and staunching your flight

but you’re not an angel.

I think it’s strange

that all the innocence you feign

disappears from your face as soon as everyone looks away.

they are caught by your sway

the way you play

with their minds.

bending words and painting lies like a creationist

and when they see the real you

the facade you wear will be missed

but not the essence of yourself.

you are failing.

it’s time to pick up a day job

I can see that you’re a flake

I wonder just how long it will take

until that pretty face of yours has a break.

Sometimes you invade my thoughts.

When I’m content, when everything is quiet, when there’s nothing that needs to be done-

There you are.

I wish you weren’t.

I want to be rid of you.

the floods were heavy and the water was high the day that you were the only one to hear my cry you were the only one to ever try to get me to say goodbye to her

she was what was drowning me all her toxic ideas surrounding me and you knew i couldn't swim.

you were the one who saved me from the pain even though you had tried before in vain you didn't give up on me.

you brought me to land and taught me how to stand again.

you taught me how love was supposed to feel. you made me feel something real.

i love you.

smoke drifts in and out of my vision dreams disconnect from reality like nuclear fision nothing I’ve ever hoped for can ever be I am lost in the void of reality tearing apart the atoms of my being into a future that isn't even worth seeing

I only know of one thing to be true that the only happiness that I feel is when I am with you

you are the only safe space the one place where joy can take place

you are what saves me.

lightning split the sky

vengeance shines in your eye

no longer would you cry

today was their day to die.

no longer would your heart shatter at every lie

or misconception they use to justify

the feelings that multiply

inside your chest.

they will be purged and laid to rest.

you have a lovely soul

and people are attracted to beauty the way flies are to rotting flesh

don't be shocked when they try to harm you

after all, it's what the poor of heart do best

have you ever seen a poet cry?

it is like watching someone bleed out

so much emotion pours from each eye

the words we can never speak out

this hand can create art

this hand can build worlds

but will it be enough to heal your heart?

I can write words

sweeter than the singing of the birds

I can paint flowers of every hue

but will it be enough to appease you?

I strive to communicate my feelings

but no painting nor any poem can capture what I feel

so I need you to trust me when I say that what I feel is so vivid and real

you are the sun in my skies

you are the light in my eyes

you are the glow upon my skin

purifying me and wiping me clean of sin

you are my angel.