Its funny to me because
I tried to write
A poem about how much it hurt
And then there was nothing
I literally stared at a wall in silence while
You became the static between channels
A blank alien whistle coming from
the void
A picture of white flowers with white words on white paper
I hadn't realized how long it had been since it actually hurt
But I couldn't avoid the fact that you changed me
And how I have managed to be happy a few times without you
And that I just wrote a poem about how funny it is
that you killed me inside

One of the most Absolutely mind shatteringly beautiful anythings anyone has ever or could hope to see.
With windows into the soul
that burn blue the way only the brightest stars can in purest of dark
The eyes of eternity staring back at you
You've been dealing with
something so beautiful it takes time to sink in.
You can't just look, one must also understand
And by that time it's too late.
The kind of pretty books are written about
Some kind of delightful faerie hallucination
In golden fields, laced with Starshine
Listening to the most beautiful music imaginable.
A place deep in the woods never seen by man.
The beauty of insanity which has never been touched
And knows naught of its own existence
In sadness, thunder rolling across dark plains
Casting rainbows in the far away
It's own kind of smile
Shadows cast in twilight by roses in the ponderance of a hope and a dream
Scents of sweet moonflowers and lavender dancing around your heart
As the light of the most perfect day under a sapphire lens lays precious lips upon memories of laughter and belonging
And whispers of reality...
The first time you ever...really saw the sky
And understood what you lack in perception
Truly beautiful.

If we all died alone
We all did, alone, together
And then we would be a group of humans that just want love and happiness...but refuse to accept it from the lonely one dying next to you. With you. Wanting the same love you do.

Silly. Isn't it?

You are no longer part of
My world
Your name has been
Stricken.
I unmake this bond
I do not see you
I will not see you.

There is a hole in my heart
That cannot be made whole again
Because you were uncarved
And I'm ok with it.
One can only long so much
I do not beg

You are undone and absolute
This road is not a path
I am not sorry
I am happy
Without you.

This is not goodbye
This is silence
And I wish for it to
Cut deep.

I offer you peace
Without me
Carry on or not
I am now unexistence
and you are not part of my world.

Why would you want this **** in your life she asks
I ask myself the same question constantly.
Yet I reply
....the same reason anyone keeps anything they love in their lives.
Even if it hurts.

The game is not a foot
It is a hand
And it is waving goodbye
Or hello
Depending on which direction we face
I wear so many faces I catch it coming and going.

Thank you for never keeping a single promise you ever made.
Thank you for making me feel
Horrifyingly inadequate
thank you for making me feel heaven
Showing me a picture of forever
And then robbing me blind

My heart is not a warm blanket to be put away when done with.
I am not a puddle of sad water to be played in with delight
Only to go home and wash off with the hottest water possible.

Thank you for abandoning me at my worst
Arguably my best
The hand can't say anything if I remove all its fingers
The game is then just a ****** stump
there will be no playing.

The only way to win the game
Is to not play it at all.
Yet this is still a very calculated maneuver.
Thus I cannot escape.
I cannot get out
I am lost.
only to find myself
staring blankly into a room full of shattered mirrors

"Can we look at stars?" She asked.
So we stepped out of our lives
Into the pillars of creation.
The chill was biting but
The light from the most beautiful taurian sky I had ever seen washed upon our gaze and warmed our hearts.
Taurus the bear the hunter and an unknown star brighter than all others
the Queen of the sky herself came to visit this solemn night.
As we stood in the cold for those few fleeting moments
The universe heard the call of her sad heart.
And the stars fell from the heavens
in a show of radiant jubilee unmatched in this life.
When the book of the sky opened itself and shared its wisdom for all to see
it was speaking to us.
To her.
"Everything will be alright."
It said.
Heard loud and clear.