Truths as thick as the tension.
Theres nothing like a new beginning.
But first you wade through an ending.

And ours was glorious. A roller coaster of intentions. Ups and wrongs. Disastrous and necessary. And now the closing act.

My gut has never been so wrenched. Fake death has never been better acted. You pretended for so long. To care must be tragic.

You must eat your words with a side of honey salt to keep them from rotting when they finally exit.

The future is promised
To those who see it coming
To those who think beyond it
To those who stop running

I used to hide deep in the darkness
From potential, from love, from thoughtfulness, But now i am set free.

No amount of words will explain
What i feel when i see your face
How our new beginnings unfold
To reveal royalty.

Together we will create and break barriers.  There is nothing scarier than
A dream unseen. So i chose you. And you chose me.

And now we grow our legacy.
     And now we grow our legacy.
          And now. We grow. Our legacy.

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.