do we really have to know depth to realize we can drown?
do we really have to get hurt to realize there's pain?
do we really have to see things perish to realize time is limited?
do we really have to be torn to pieces to realize we're fragile?

there's so much we don't know,
there's so much we refuse to know,
destruction, death, oblivion,
we all end to nothingness.

she's
a liar and
a foolish woman
​too full of herself or
​frightened to
admit

​she's lost without you

​
the
sun is gone
​blue skies have faded and
clouds hover above
​her

​
Sunrays
​only reflect upon lovers
and she suffers at each glimpse of
​their togetherness

​
Loneliness
​has entombed her
she's chilly whether indoors or out
​day and night even when temperatures
​reach record breaking, hot

​she

​is

​f r e e z i n g

​
Her
​tears fall like
​rainfall whenever she
​encounters lingering scent of you
​and her spent in the bedroom, bathroom, living room

​in

​every

​single

​room
christened
​in the name of a
​soul deep love

​and like a shrine she enters each 
​kneeling, inhaling and worshiping EVERY **** image
​that daily ritual brings

​and

​when
​compelled to step
​outside amongst scrutinizing eyes

​she
​prances in her
​prefabricated glow trying
​to convince those
​around her

​she
​hasn't
​missed
​a
step
​without 
​you

​
all
​awhile
​­inside

​she's tripping

​and

​crying out in
​agony

​
since you

the
sun's
​been
​gone

​
and

​she's cold

​soul

​cold

 

©cj

I can see you are broken
in such exquisite fashion
that your jagged edges fit
perfectly with mine.