Poetry

  One day, you'll call out to me again, But no answers will be found, My friends won't answer your calls, And even if they did, they wouldn't have any answers to give. One day, you'll search for me once more, Wandering aimlessly through this mundane city, Crying out for me, weeping and sobbing, But alas I won't be there to wipe your tears away. One day, I'll be gone like the setting sun.                                                     -crystal 

  Only if I believed in reincarnation, I'd choose to be a majestic tree. With a big, strong trunk and evergreen leaves,  Rooted deep, no matter the weather's hostility. Through sandy soil I'd stand strong and still, Providing life and shade to all who seek. A deathbed companion and a symbol of grit, From beginning to end, my purpose never concealed.                                                      -crystal 

  It feels like a rush in my head, Two veins racing for their lives. I sense the panic within them, The pounding of their hearts. I shouldn't feel this, But I suppose I'm a big empath, Carrying all the burdens of the world, Shouldering everyone's troubles on my head. Now it all makes sense why there was such a rush in my head.                                                        -crystal                                   

My mind is haunted, I hear your voice every night, Whispering in my ears, Calling out my name. But I remain silent, As if nothing has happened. My mind is haunted, I see your face every night, Standing in the dark, Staring into my soul. But I remain silent, As if nothing has happened. My mind is haunted, I feel your touch every night, Creeping up my body, Giving me random goosebumps. But I remain silent, As if nothing has happened. My mind is haunted, Yet I remain silent, As if nothing has happened.                                                  -crystal 

And the mornings are no longer about you, And the sunshines are no longer about you, And the chirps are no longer about you, And the noises are no longer about you, And the blooms are no longer about you, And the soft breeze is no longer about you, And the rides are no longer about you, And the rush is no longer about you, And the laughter is no longer about you, And the feelings are no longer about you, And the journeys are no longer about you, And the destinations are no longer about you, And the first prizes are no longer about you, And the rants are no longer about you, And the days are no longer about you, And the nights are no longer about you, And the moons are no longer about you, And the fireflies are no longer about you, And my heart is no longer about you, And my eyes are no longer about you, And my mind is no longer about you, And I am no longer about you.                                                     -crystal 

  Self-love wasn't my thing, But there was a part of you in my name. There was a part of you in my moles, And a part of you in my face. Your influence showed in my behaviors, And a part of you resides within me.                                                  -crystal