Let to me to be the shelter from the storm,
to break the waves that crash down on your
distorted reality.
I am the love that lost its fight,
yet I linger in the shadows, waiting
to be the hero once more.
The story ends on the last page,
so turn slowly my love
for my  chance has yet to be written.

We are the architects of the future. However, it seems we have forgotten to build, and instead decided to destroy.

I saw it, if for only a brief moment,
that side to you that you keep hidden
amongst the shadows.
Your eyes bleed danger
and the charming smile, was
after all,  not charming by any means,
instead it was filled with malice.
There are not words to describe the fibre
of your evil.
Your actions mark the page beyond what
mere words can say.
I am ashamed to call you apart of me,
so I must turn away from this mirror,
and never look again.

I lost myself today.
Not through malice,
nor through darkness,
but the revered wonder of
what my future may hold.

Our future is a secret
and the secrets are hidden in the stars.
Each one glistening brightly,
waiting for us to reach high enough
and pull it down,
and become who we are meant to be.
You don't want to be sad?
Lonely?
Loveless?
Selfish?
Lost?
So reach......
As high as you can,
and live the best version of you.

I heard that song.
Our song.
It brought your beauty to mind.
I smiled

I broke a glass
and the shards of destruction
were more beautiful
than any diamond
I have ever seen.

Oh boy hasn't it left me weak,
Like too many ice cubes
melted into a glass of scotch.
I had grand visions on the eve
of this foul dream,
vision's that rest on a life changing
scale,
but now I lay here
miserable and weak.
Im like a once proud stag,
hit by a car,
reduced to little more
than road ****.

Misery can clam us all if we let it.
I battle it each day that I am awake,
but it has now crept into my dreams
to claim me.
I rise each vile morn with its wry smile
of stolen victory glaring,
gloating,
grimacing.

I have succumbed.