#avidpoet

I've never seen evil up close, but I'm sure I'd be blind if I did.

I see with eyes of ray, the sun shines in even in places that are still trying to sleep away.

They say the devil has a good side,

wrap thorns in silk

Squeeze the rose in hopes of silk nit gracing your hand but are left with proded intrucions from just wanting a happy ending.

I don't think anyone expects the thorns

Right below the surface you hope every rose feels like silk and that the thorns are cutting someone else.

The company of my own mind.

Still a conversation I can save for later, but saving myself is something I can count on. Which for years was a promise I couldn't keep.

I raise my changing fingers over the breathing water. Just enough to dent the surface but not enough to put in the effort to understand the pain in each drop.

I yearn to understand the rhythm at which your blood flows through your body.

Then maybe we'd finally be able to understand each other.

I always thought pain was inevitable. But sometimes the fire follows the air because even the fury needs a place to call home.

Calling it home and resting until the flames awake you once again

Giving you the security words can't seem to void.

What's the good of having the most bones in the cemetery?

The same contradiction with us in the same room.

I think the scary part is I'll never been able to see through the eyes of who I try to please.

An encounter that can't seem to meet the ones who gave it life because the light has already started to fade.

The part in the relationship where the light switch stops working and we run around trying to avoid anything but the broken bulb that needs to be fixed.