Nothing was lonely.  
the weight of his dark.
the waste of his light.
Nothing was alone.*

Nothing needed Something, but
there was only Nothing there.  
there was only Nothing before.
there is only Nothing after.

only during, was ever there not only Nothing.
only during, did Nothing have Something.

Something was lovely.
the state of her heart.
the taste of her lips.
Something was love.

and
Nothing could not have
wanted Something more
but
as the saying goes;
you can't have
Something for Nothing. 

-@NoMortalDreams-

I'm heartbroken, helpless,
Looking for a sliver of hope.

You were careless and clueless,
Leaving a **** upon my weary heart.

You stretched my mind far too thin,
Branding a languishing symbol on my willpower;
You are the torrential torment I live with.

All my sacrifices mummified my heart,
Withered and locked away, entombed within.
And you crushed my throat with your stiletto heel.

The wounds you cleaved bled through to my soul.
All the king's horses and all the king's men,
Couldn't put Jack together again;
Leaving a hole in my core being.

So now as I'm questioning my loyalty to you,
Pouring the kerosene on the rope bridge we built.
I also question the love of my Father,
If He notices my suffering.

I am a flower.

In the spring I come to life.
Full of joy, yet struggling still.
Coming out of winter, just need some time to grow.
I'll be fine, soon I'll be great.
I just need some time.

In the summer, I bloom.
Never happier, the most carefree I'll ever be.
Winter just a distant memory, slowly forgotten.
I'm great, never better.
I've got all the time in the world.

In the fall, I wilt.
Slowly I fade, my worries grow.
My only companion, endless melancholy.
I'm getting worse, say I'm fine.
I wish I didn't have anymore time.

In the winter, I die.
Can't see the end, the beginning a distant memory.
I dream of tomorrow, and scream when it comes.
I say I'm okay, never better.
I've run out of time.

The cycle repeats, year after year.
Losing track, just know it's always been this way.
Waiting for the year it ends, one way or another.
I'm alright though, I'm just fine.
The flower has all the time in the world, yet none at all.