Loneliness is a labyrinth

Loneliness is like the puppeteer

Dragging you along a desolate valley

As you feel the cracks of the ground

Scratch up your knees

But one day

A pair of scissors threatens to cut the strings

And you cry out to nothing

As two sides begin to emerge

The side that clings to loneliness

And the side that despises it

So much it feels suffocating

Your throat dries up

An instinctual craving

That almost feels natural

Like how the body yearns for water

Loneliness wants to be loved

Wants someone to pay attention

To the hole in its heart

Is there a limit?

Maybe a threshold exists

Where it feels colder

To be in someone's arms

Rather than to be alone

The chill never leaves

And the world feels like a distorted daze

Just waiting for the darkness

to take control

Decoding your world

You tell a story in your expression

A reality we briefly shared

But yours was in color

While mine feels like a brush stroke in black ink

But once you spread open the dark clouds,

I could see you clearly

And your heart wasn't made out of plastic

But the ocean itself,

Calm on the surface

Yet waves roared on

Without care

Innocence loses its footing

And the heat breaks past the barrier

Known as selfishness

Rebellion licks my skin

Rebellion licks my skin

Until I feel the inner heat

Course across my veins

And I realize the rebellion

Was the door I needed to open

To listen to the whispers of my soul

To wear the crown

Shaped like my heart

Rebellion licks my skin

A clear thrill

Not to erase an empty void

But to shatter the performative glass

I stood behind

And I didn't even notice

Until I felt the flames

Burn away a version of me

You are the bridge

I tried to find the shape of you in the dark

But your armor felt like I was touching fire

And I couldn't get close enough

To feel comfortable in your silence

Somewhere

Between the past and the present,

I could hear the echoes of your ancestors

Knocking against the walls

Of your self made fortress

You couldn't hear how loud

Their fists banged at the doors

Until you sunk into yourself

And you let the river guide you

Prickly Darkness

The darkness can consume the heart

Slowly like a rose withering away

It stands in the corner breathing heavy

Until it runs out of patience

Asserting dominance over the ones who hold light

Within the darkness

Prickly vines grow

Reaching out to strike it's target

And strangle the ones not deemed worthy

They feel the prick of every vine touching their skin

And a strange fire sets them aflame

Until the pain is no longer just pain

But tilting on the edge of pleasure

Imprinted on the skin

Marks the moment

Where eternal becomes physical