I am human.
My core is gold.
I am malleable.
I am precious.

As the night ages, as do I.
I find peace
swimming the ocean that is my head.
my tired mind runs over the clichés like
a whale surfacing for air.
I sit in my bed
thinking of the days
when I was captain of my vessel, Lady Luck.
as the name implies I tested just that, until  that is,
the storm that was you
came to capsize my ship.
Now, I swim with my debris
I've thusly named my new ship
The Lost Lady.

Who was it that robbed you of your voice?

Who's slithery hand reached down your esophagus and tied your vocal cords in knots?

Who was it that locked up your soul?
Chiseling your emotions into solid stone.

Who was it that twisted the curves of your smile upside down?

Was it old man winter who painted sorrow in your eyes more accurately than Picasso?

Or was it an even older man, the creator, the man that rules everything? Was it he who told you not to be happy?

Ah I know,

how could I be so blind.

It must have been the imperfectly formed face staring back at you in mirror that's causing all this trouble.

It must have been me.

I love you.
"I love you,
so much so it hurts my head."
I just want to hold you close,
never let you go
And keep your smile by my side.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry,
I was who I was
but
who I am now,
is in desperate need
Of you
And of your love...

There was a day somewhere along the lines
where you and I
became a belated goodbye.

I can't say i didn't see it coming,
I was getting angry every day, though i couldn't see it.
It's as my father once told me when i asked about my mother
Or
what i think he'd have said if i had the courage to ask,
"It never really goes away, the hurt."
"The pain of losing someone you loved."
All you can do is mark it,
The day when the love died.
Remember what the days looked like
When in love becomes love,
when love becomes friendship,
And friendship becomes *dust