Apocalypse

of violets and lilacs and lilies

of the rain and the fresh grass

you remind of the light summer breeze

and the little baby pink hearts

of the silent voice of the waters moving

of the chocolate i devour

you remind me of the good things

the things i dream of having

the things i have seen but never felt as if they were mine

you remind me of love and free and care and the sea

of everything and anything

i could never find in me

it feels like you took all my words away from me. left me silent forever.

this silence eats a part of me every single day. thats for sure. but sometimes i like it.

there is nothing for me to feel,

nothing for me to say,

nothing for me to think about,

nothing keeping me awake at night,

nothing making me wait.

or the windy winter

it’s not like the ruthless rain

or the scary storm

it’s more like the world falling apart

close to the feeing of dying

it’s when he touches her

it’s when he is around her

It’s when he is with her.

oh the way she wants for him to leave her

without making her feel guilty

so sometimes, she thinks

that the subtle summer or the windy winter

that the ruthless rain or the scary storm

is better than what she goes through when she with him.