#sppoetry

I wear a mask that no-one can see.

To remove the pain from within me.

It hides the darkest of pain inside.

It prevents me to even cry.

Night terrors and replays of the past.

Keep you trapped in your vessel after dark.

The happy face that everyone can see.

You see the smile but not the real me.

I care more than you could ever dream.

A heart full of love that bursts at the seams.

As it pumps through the empty vessel 

Fight with demons and internally wrestle.

Bittersweet

Is my love for her.

But distant

Almost Gone.

  The touch of her lips on my skin

Fading slowly

Turning the sweet

into a sour

  I feel her sun

Warming my skin

I feel her rain

crying to my heart

I feel her wind

Pushing me away

I feel her moon

Her stars

And her soul.

  She takes my heart

And keeps it

Leaving me alone

With no sun

No rain

No wind.

She takes her moon

Her stars,

And her soul

And keeps them,

Loneliness would be friendly.

It’s arms wide open

Ready to greet me,

With joy.

  Pain would be welcoming.

It’s heart is genuine.

Always soft,

And inviting.

  Hate would be inviting.

Making a fire,

warm and cozy,

in my soul.

  Death would be sweet.

It’s candy colored lips

Pressed up against mine,

Kissing me sweetly,