Mellifluous Manuscripts | ✎

my everything, my nothing

What a fleeting thought
Sending chills across my tainted skin
It is what I am made from

I just want to be kissed the way the sky is blue
I want to live in your favorite dream
Smiling behind closed eyelids like a fool

How blissfully ignorant it is
I long to be touched in a way that makes me shiver
But there's only breakable bones in my spine

I'm searching underneath the covers of an empty bed
Tell me, where do your thoughts sleep
In the depths of your brain
Or within the chasms of your soul?

I am like an unopened letter that will never be read by you

Are you as blind to my affection as I am to self-worth

I'd rather have you than my dignity

How are my thoughts so unrequited yet clear
I want to scream and whisper my unwritten mistakes

What an impermanent ink flowing from my pencil
I've nearly finished my notebook
Yet you have only written the first line

If the pen is stronger than the sword
What are words compared to actions

I need the emotion, but it all belongs to you

If I give away all my nothing
What will remain when you take it

For not even a drug could stimulate my unquenched thirst
And no drink could numb my gleeful agony

You have engraved your name in the empty cavity of my chest

What will it take
I have no more to give