Do you not understand?
What I’ve shown you
I am reluctant to show anyone else.

You
Are special.

I was cowering
Cowardly
Quieted by anxiety.
I bore my soul to you
And you said
“It’s good.”

Life is fleeting
But
Sometimes
Fleeting is beautiful.

That is why we keep sniffing the perfume we’ve sprayed
Upon our wrists.
Because we know that
Eventually, inevitably,
It is bound to fade away.

The rain is a constant.
An everlasting white noise.
It does little to calm the youthful soul.

You must see me through the rain,
Because I see you–
I’ve always seen you–
Caught in your vision,
Tethered to your form.

My eyes move to you without a thought.
A silent pull I cannot ignore.
The rain attempts to distract me–
Attempts rendered futile–
For I always find my way back to you–
Your stillness in the chaos.

The rain,
It tries to blur my view of you,
But your warmth shone through.
As the rain clouds the sky with its ugly shades of gray,
It tends to forget
That it is only when it is darkest
That you can see the stars.

You,
the Sun.
And me,
The seed.

However much the poets try to deny it,
We are numbers.
Days, really.
Counting

Down

Down

Down

Until the last survivable thing
And what comes after.

Glowing eyes
In the dark.

Something with bright red
Glowing eyes
Is watching me
From the dark.

It blinks its shadowy reflection
And trails me
Though I’m sure I haven’t done wrong.

It follows, whirring gently
At my futile attempts to escape it.

It’s everywhere.

Glowing eyes
Watching me
From the dark.

You are the imposter
Of your own self
The Holy Prophet
Of your own rebellion.