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Under the stars I imagine you and me

Under the moon I imagine what could be
Under the sun I imagine you at peace

All I have is vague memories 

Writing love notes never to be read

Never to be received 

There is nothing if you ever think of me

My hopes and dreams will come

With or without you

The emptiness a constant reminder of a love once that exist in my heart 

Now a dull ache simmers

Darkness sheds light at times of need

I rise a better being 

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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