Sometimes

Sometimes the pain just grips you and it won't let go. Like a fist tight around your abdomen. You can't breath in, nor can you breath out. That empty place inside you seems to get just that much bigger. Nothing could ever fill it. The hold gets tighter. That hold that you've had on me for far too long. When I try to get away from it, it simply holds on tighter. And I want to vomit. And I want to hold you. And I want to be near you all the time. It's like I'm empty. Every second. I want to touch you. I want to taste you. I hate the way you make me feel now. And I love the way we used to feel together. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. And everything that could go right did. But what out weighs which? I'm conflicted. And confused. And it hurts.

Snowflake

You remind me of an albino. White skin, white hair, white eyes. A form completely devoid of any trace of pigmentation. I can never really tell if you're looking at me or just lost in thought, staring blankly in my direction. Unfortunately, I'm leaning towards the latter. I'd like the chance to fall in love with you. I think I could. But you're always so far from me, and I so far from your thoughts. The way you blink, so slowly as if you're trying to process to much information at once, makes me believe that you must be much more intelligent than the rest of the world's population. You're clumsy. I like that. You regain a bit of normality each time you fumble, every time you drops things or nearly fall on your precious porcelain appendages. I want to catch you every time you fall. The warm, red liquid leaking from your veins reminds me that you are real. I'm almost certain that if it snowed you could disappear, if you could just avoid the dirty and yellowing snow drifts. You're that way in all things, avoiding the dirty and unclean places. You retain your glacial glow and gaunt glimmer in such a way that I envy you your purity and the ease with which it has been obtained. It is embarrassing attempting to compare myself to a human snowflake, such as yourself; different, ever changing, and encased in crystalline perfection. And if I attempted to catch you, all at once you would be gone, melting into the rest of the world, becoming just another part of everything that I know.