Locked away for safety
Or from a lack of courage.
Its clear that she is all wrong;
Has hit a point of damage
Past fixing.
Now shes just looking
For a soft place to drown.

The pieces of me that love you entirely
are wholesome and wretched.
But you will never see them.
I am just around.

when the sun dips below the hills
humanity slips and gives in to thrills.
all different types from all kinds of places
dark, insidious; no recognizable faces.

that is where i reside; pick up and hold the line
waiting there, an intense fantasy
as long as you keep on talking to me.
the moans will be loud and the lust will be true

and not before long; i will have you.

The wind brought us here;
The slate, the dirt, the lava.
We congregate at the edge
Of the endings we did not
See coming.

Dealing with debris that we
Did not ask for. Forming our
Desperation into impenetrable
walls. Pushing our hope down
To the sea floor, erecting our issues with trust.

Raising mountains has never been
so perfect, so exquisite.
Growing in strength without resentment.
Attempting architecture so complicated
that even the gods are jealous.

Where do you come from?
A place with no name. A world
Full of grown folks ashamed to
Be alone. A place where strangers
Deep breaths echo in the dark.

What are you made of?
Salt water. The sea has become me.
Flowing from my pores, my eyes, and my dreams. Nature's cleanser; a glue to put myself back together.

Who are you?
A woman looking for acceptance. Looking for love in all the wrong places. wishing she could hold the
Little lonely girl inside of herself.

Will you ever change?
Yes and no. As history goes, I'm doomed to failure. If i do not fight i will not heal. But she will not win. She did not expect me to crave wholeness so badly.

What do you do when the sky darkens around you?
When the wind picks up, and the stars disappear?
Head inside. Get into the safety of hearth; of home.
Bury yourself in the warmth of the lies you keep.

No one ever tells you
that the little things will stick.

The sound of his voice when he was stern.
The feeling of his large hands on my arms.

The smell of his aftershave clinging to me
after every forced hug. He always held on too tightly.

Suffocating my being. Squeezing pieces of my heart
out of every single pore.

Outlining the existing cracks in my soul.
And now, he smiles, while I remain stuck.