The moments that take my breath away,
Are the ones that make me want to keep on breathing.

The path of destruction
Left in your wake
Torn between love and being alone
Never settled, never atoned
The cycle will continue to go on and on
You smile but internally you frown
Your addiction has turned to attention
You take for granted affection
A real love fell into your lap
But in your broken form
You deemed yourself unworthy and undeserving
Your sadness and emptiness continues to spread
On your path of destruction
There is no end

Maybe one day things will get better for you
And I hope they will
I hope you find something real
I hope you find a way to heal

Her breath was
   poetically zoetic,
     so ethereal ~
        she could fly

Life is much
like bread,
some prefer
that  pre-sliced
was already invented,
               *others like to
                              make their
                                      own cut above

Am I okay?

I cry every night,
And can't breathe most days.

I sometimes want to die,
And feel buried by all the lies.

I have a broken heart,
And trust issues.

But also,

I smile at the little things,
And laugh for no reason.

I have hope in my heart,
And light in my eyes.

I am getting stronger,
And I will keep trying.

So:
Am I okay?
No.

Will I be okay?
**Yes