“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.

It's  a mess
In all its glory and wonder
It leaves the biggest pile of hurt
That echoes through time
Love is tragic
To an honest heart
It breaths life
To an unsuspecting eyes
It's beauty glorifies
Leaving nothing in its wake
Love is tragic
It dresses it's self with the most elegant gowns
So captivating
Like a trance
You are drawn to its form.
Love is tragic
Words lose meaning
Meaning lose definition
Defining it requires
Utter surrender of your soul
Logic escapes the mind like
A prisoner on death row
Every fibre in your body is
Overwhelmed and over charged
By its effortless power
Love is tragic
It will keep you lusting for
Its beauty
Hard enough to watch your whole
World fall apart
Love is tragic

I come home to you.

I come home to the intoxicating sound of your laugh
that ricochets off the walls that held
pictures of a time we both shared.
To the melody of your voice that filled
The rooms where we both laid,
Our footprint on floors that
Held the pain when we both bled

I come home to the light of your smile
On walls that carry memories
Of time we both spent
Hopelessness that bent
My crumbling heart
For moments when we are apart.

I come home to the sound of your foot steps on
marble floors
Held together by walls
That captured our past life in frames
Held together by
moments when love was real
And felt infinite.

I come home to an empty house,
A lonely home
And to the side of the bed
Where you lay no more.

It was day after day,
When he found a tiny way..
Every night after night,
With a life full of light..
Living dreams after dreams,
Holding breaths full of screams..
As he breathe every breath,
He stepped closer to his death..
Longer sleeps in his bed,
Tired eyes, glittering red..
Thin skin, bony bed
Shorter days, full of med..
It was days after days,
That he found no lively ways..
It was breath after breath,
That he screamed himself to death..