Wish.

If I were an eagle,

I'd prey on unsuspecting hearts.

Utopia

Will I have it all one day
I house I'll share with my love
A car I'll ride in with him
A farm where we grow our vegetables
And trips overseas we would take.
In this age of inflation
Love is hard to find.

At The Brink.

It just piles on
The burden of failures
Unresolved and unread
My biography will be a confused artwork
Of just greys and blues.

I realise how I haven't looked up the sky in a while now

Is it still the same color it used to be

Or maybe a muddled grey

I need to fall in love again.

Not Guilty.

I'm innocent

You stamped on me
Razed me down
A genocide of my self
I gasped and cried help
You shut the door and the windows 
Tighter than ever
I'm innocent 
I cried
But it seemed to upset you even more
A rebuking nobody
How could I ?
I am innocence
I wrote in blood
Excited, you smiled as I drained it all
A crimson artwork befitting a desiccated lump
I'm innocent 
Said the salty trails on my face
You mistook it for a daring
Now my eyes run dry
I'm still innocent
For I think i would still love you
But that heart of mine
You consumed the other day
I'm. Just.