Letters to a Black Hole...

Light floods in meekly through the windows,

Careful of my mind, careful of the lies,

I whisper to get through the day.

Through the corner of my eyes,

I watch you writhe,

Comforting, like warm rain,

your waves,

of violent passion and calm loneliness.

You’re the only one who

ever echoed my empty

with such precision.

And yet when I look at you

You feel like the hand I’d hold

As I wade through hours of cold water

Finding my way through a

Blank slate of paradise.

Eyes stare, wondering if you are 

the twisted paradise I'm entitled to?

As I shape shift between

the self-loathing saint and happy degenerate.

So tell me,who am I,

Who am I to you darling?

Cause your smile, broken in its corners

Only leaves me a foolish mother.

Walk by quiet houses on the street,

Wondering when they blew the candles out,

Or if light existed at all.

I feel like I’ve been searching all my life

For a door that would make me want to go in.

You catch my eye, with a knowing smile.

And in your gaze, I know, I found a home.

All I want to do
is go through the door of your unblinking stare
All you do is smile,
as I fumble in the dark for a key

you never gave me.