My palms are still skinned from that time
I fell in love with you,
And my lungs still tell me sometimes,
They cannot breathe air that wasn’t once yours,
And my chest still echoes with sobs from the piece of your heart
I know you left sitting in my chest,
It’s carved across my bones, across my skin, in my eyes,
I miss you.

They keep me entertained,
Smiling, laughing,
But I know that too soon...
I’ll be alone again.

My mother gave me demons,
But she also gave me a sword,
She showed me how to use it.
I’ll curl my fingers around this hilt.
I’ll carry it with pride.
I will not be overtaken.
I am a warrior.

Stop.
Stop caring, stop wanting,
Stop begging for someone to care.

My step sprang down the sidewalk
The wind brushed my hair.
My fickle heart...
Feeling alive.

His eyes capture the light and hold it,
Brown fires in his soul,
His hands are rough and calloused,
And his heart is worn.

Please don’t let this one hurt.

The sunrise was a blush toned haze,
Behind a great peak, this morning,
I’ve missed the absolutely joy,
Of seeing something so beautiful,
It steals your very breath.