“Hold me even closer than your shadow holds the dark; leave me in no doubt your arms are home.”

I breathe in the first glimmers of freedom – it tastes of sweet hopefulness.

Wanting you has been a thirst I have not been able to quench.

I lost myself willfully in half-forgotten madness, futilely for in the throes, I still remember you.

Shadows may haunt your steps, but you will keep walking.

Although my heart has broken a thousand times, it has never lost its capacity for love.

To be the water that engulfs your skin, oh, let me be the sea you drown in.

Her thoughts are poetry, sheer beauty to behold, pay attention when she gives you a glimpse.

And every breath without you is torture, but at least I can finally breathe again.

And I’m bruised but never broken.

There is a story to tell in even the mundane, and beauty in the most unsuspecting.

And you have fast become my weakness, even as you remain my source of strength.

To be looked at and not found wanting – how beautiful to be enough.

My skin holds echoes of you; in every line, you used to trace and empty space you used to fill.

I accepted all of you – except for the vital part, that couldn’t accept all of me.

And when I lie broken with my face pressed to the earth – I will look to the cloudless sky, and reach out for it once more.

In the pause between your breaths and the space between your heartbeats, I think I heard forever.

She’ll find peace in the solitude, in the depths of the well. The darkness alludes to how far she fell. And perhaps, the view is better from way down afar, It keeps the water still In her reservoir.

I survived the darkness. Crawled. Clawed. Endured. Untangled lies from truth. This wisdom is my sword.

When I met my darkness clouds | swirled the night sky | refracted light danced in the wild eyes | freedom came for me.

Accept the darkness before you expect the sun to shine.

Go ahead break my heart. Although I love your darkness, the sun will eventually dry my tears and paint rainbows in my sky. I will transform this pain into poetry and these wings will carry me away.

I don’t care how dark this world becomes love is, and will always be my answer.

One thing rap and rock have in common, a lot of it is focused on negativity. I like dark stuff.

Poems are nothing more than raindrops on a page falling from an open soul, staining the page one shade darker, and opening the one closed passage between me and you.