Losing Your Grip

Voices swirling,
Writhing,
Weaving,
Tangle my mind,
Snarling,
Seething.
Phantom thoughts,
Entities consuming,
Flaming,
Fuming,
Claw at my sanity.

Figures dancing,
Lunging,
Leaping,
Circle my heart,
Mocking,
Morphing.
Shadow ravens,
Formless demons,
Searing,
Scratching,
Tear at my eyes.

Visions crowding,
Pressing,
Pulling,
Delude my senses,
Pounding,
Pushing.
Illusions of smoke,
Demented dreams,
Twisting,
Tugging,
Reality no more.

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Yeah. I like writing. A lot. :)

He Doesn't Even Know

He's my entire world,
And he doesn't even know.

He doesn't know I still blush when he says my name,
Or that his laugh is my favorite sound on this earth.

He doesn't know that I only feel safe in his arms,
Nowhere else,
Or that I literally get lost looking into his eyes.

He doesn't know that I don't feel alive without him,
Without his breath on my neck
Or his lips on mine.

He doesn't know that his hands are the most beautiful,
His smile the most intoxicating,
His embrace my safest haven from the world.

He doesn't know that even when we bicker,
Even when I get worked up over the little nothings,
I never go a moment without being grateful for him.
For us.

Because he is my constant,
My best friend and soul mate,
And I will never know what I could have done so right
To deserve his presence in my life.

After all,
I have an angel by my side who is so humble,
So focused on the road before us
And looking to catch me when I stumble along the way,

That he doesn't even know he has wings.