The first time you unsewed your lips and smiled at me I knew I would never be able to find anything on earth as beautiful as you.
When your melodious laugh bubbled up from your lungs and out your newly freed mouth I discovered that every composer and musician that will ever live has been trying to capture that sound.
When you began to direct your words at me I felt like I had just encountered the most gorgeous intellect a human brain could offer.
Your words were poetry and the conviction in your words could convince any dying man there was hope to live another day.
Your shoulders pushed themselves back and you displayed a confindence in yourself that was unrivaled by any kings.
You choose your words carefully because you knew the power they had.
You could start a war or bring world peace with a flick of the tongue and one look with your beautiful blue eyes.
You put every great speech of histort to shame with a simple hello and brought more hope to my heart with your sewn lips in a half smile than any inspirational speech ever given.

Tall, muscular, and handsome with a killer smile on top made girls fall at your feet in hopes you’d pick them up.
Only for them to be trampled shortly after by your sure powerful steps as you trudged through the forest of fawning females.
You were a hunter and the women falling for your smiles were mere trees in the woods of life.
Meaningless and in the way unless needed for cover.
You were a hunter that had stolen cupids bow and arrows in hope of finding true love.
I was your intended prey, something cute and fuzzy like a rabbit.
The first time we talked without a group surrounding us you told me I was too sweet of a girl to be with, “That ******”, and I deserved better.
I still laugh a little every time I think of how, “That ******” still considers you a friend.
You listened to me vent about him and all my problems and our first conversation was like a breath of crisp, early morning, all-most-winter air, refreshing, shocking, and exhilarating.
You were like no one I had met and instantly I began to fall for you.
Until she came along, and stole your attention away.
You forgot about your rabbit in excitement of chasing bigger game.
You broke your rabbits heart not knowing that she was actually the biggest game of all.
I thought I was the prized game animal in your book that you wanted me and no one else..
But I was just another tree in forest, with no one around to yell timber before I fell.
And now that you’re back I’m sorry to say but a fallen tree cannot stand back up.
So tell me Mr. Hunter, If a tree falls in the forest,and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound?
And more importantly if I fell again would I fall into your arms?

Shadows scurry past.
As the darkness attempts to engulf my small circle of light that surrounds me.
The light is warm, comforting, and fills my body with a soft peacefulness. A calming hum of energy.
I close my eyes and focus on the delicate feeling the light brings.
Trying to block out the movie that keeps skipping in my mind repeating the same worn out scenes over and over again.
The words have begun to jumble together.
And the collection of many different scenes begin to blend together crudely in this amature film of self torture.
Every little piece I had cut out of my life tape and shoved to the deepest crevice of my mind, shoved into a box, wrapped it in chains and threw away the key have now broken free of their confinement.
And trapped me in a similar cage.
I am now a prisoner to every sin I've commited and every horrid event I wasn't strong enough to stop.
Trapped in my conciousness my physical being paralyzed in fright and my soul slowly being shattered with each reminded of the past.
I'm unable to stop the tape but able to pause it for brief moments.
Only for a loud, sudden sound, the feeling of goosebumps on the back of my neck, my love grabbing my hand, whispering in my ear, or touching the skin under my clothes to hit the play button again. But maybe, just maybe, if I hold onto the light I can escape.

If it's even possible to escape ones own mind.

I wish you had shot me with a bullet and a gun.
So everyone could see the hole you left behind.
Doctors would reach in it and dig around to pull the bullet out.
My body would eventually heal and the memory of the physical pain it caused would fade as a scar was left behind.
Instead you shot me with your words and your mouth.
Lies, broken promises, and words left unsaid left a wound in my chest the size of my heart.
If only you'd shot me with a bullet and gun.
Then I could say I hated you and everyone would understand.
I'd be given medication and not feel a thing.
I could move on in life as if nothing happened.
But **** you, it just had to be your words and your mouth that inflicted this trauma.
Your sweet words still replay in my mind, torturing my soul.
And no one can see my pain, they don't understand why I hate you.
Why, oh why, couldn't it have been a bullet and gun.
When you leveled your weapon and aimed for my heart I would've been really dead.
But instead I'm still breathing, and walking around. My hearts still beating, my eyes still have to see you. But my mind still thinks of only you and my soul is crushed.
All because of your stupid, beautiful, honey-like words, and your disgusting, perfect, delicious mouth.

You sounded different when I answered the phone..
"I may have had a little too much to drink. I don't remember why I called you."
2 a.m. on a Saturday night.
Made me realize that maybe, just maybe, you missed my voice too.