Addicted,
I burn from within.

There is a ferocious need to be
touched and loved.
It is as if nails have been raked across my soul
making it sing and scream
in words only you can hear.
Yet there is no salvation to be seen.

You only hear me when it is convenient for you
and the heaviness of being a burden is becoming too much for me to carry

I am an afterthought
A second hand emotion
A distant memory that is just out of reach and leaves you vacant

I am the second lover who can never live up to the the first
A lukewarm cup of coffee that you'll drink but never enjoy

I am chipped in the major places of my heart
But you keep coming back to see if you can fix me

Yet neither of us enjoy my anguish

in my quiet retreat
I hear your distant steps,
a steady heartbeat that seeks
mine out in the dark.

you can find me
where the fields kiss the sky
and trees are evergreen,
I won't go anywhere

Fire wrapped in grace,
I walk thru this shallow life.
I find myself seeking love
in reckless places.

Haunted I see my own fears
in the daylight.
Brick & mortar
cannot contain my soul,
Just hold me in my sleep.

The taste of ash is never too far.

Victim & Survivor,
Woman or Man,
We work to overcome
the things that shame us.
Together we must grow
& no longer hide in the shadows.
Rise up,
Be proud,
Love yourself
Always

Astounded, I decide to take pause
& hold my tongue
Letting the rage simmer down
to a mere temped heat
Mother & daughter, father & son
Wife & husband...
Colour should not be limited in these descriptions
yet, once again the world has seen fit
to slap a stamp of approval
or disapproval on love
Let us be..
Let us love..
Let us live..

You have forever marked me.
Leaving me ugly & wounded
Leaving me less than whole
Leaving me alone & cold.

I am scarred with a constant reminder
That you once loved me.

I hope that you don't return.