In my search for closure, I have noticed the days are growing colder while my soul keeps getting older. An empty bed when I roll over, the weight of the world lay rest upon my shoulders.

I have turned the page, erased the story, and started over. Been on the brink of losing my composure and letting the demons start taking over.

In my search for closure, I have emptied my heart, filled the cup, and spilt it over. I have locked the door and hit the lights, with thoughts like “maybe darkness can bring me closer”.

So, in the end I came to learn that closure is not a term, nor a word, it holds no magic to heal the hurt; it cannot take your scent off my shirts. It cannot bring me peace that I do not deserve.

So, I close my eyes and muster courage to accept that each moment was perfect, because every second was worth it, and every heart holds a purpose. To break then to mend, to be stronger now then you ever were then.

Life is just your story told
Paved with torture and triumphs
More often than gold
Carried like waves on the wind
Every victor has a victim
Every sinner has a win
They say it’s the journey
For we end where we begin
Just hoping for those moments
That spread our smile from cheek to chin
Avoiding those turmoil’s
That we bury deep within
Silence could drive you insane
But there is beauty hidden behind the pain
Life is learning to dance
Even when it rains

Appreciate the shadows
As you do the sun
Conquer bright days
To prepare for grey ones
Feel acceptance when the rain comes
The darkness is a friend
It was there before
So,
It shall be when it ends
Allow it to borrow your sorrow
Long nights always precede better tomorrows
See,
Everything taken is given again
Life took my love
Now tears I couldn’t cry fill this pen
In the end,
Death allows the flower to bloom again
So,
When it’s my time
Just let me grab my coat and straighten my hat
For we all walk hand in hand with the man in black

I must be wearing blinders
Can’t understand why we put the past behind us
You say you have my memories filled in binders
Letters, menus, pictures, poems
Do you read the words as I once wrote them?
Every time we speak it’s like a small explosion
If I could cry,
I swear these tears would fill the ocean
You show these little cracks
I try and fill my hope in
Your happy, I’m happy
Inside I am burnt and broken
Man,
It must be this **** I’m smoking
My words betray me
I’m self-exposing
Do you ever ask yourself why you were chosen?
I just wonder how you can up and leave
But I guess that’s just the motion
See,
I keep our memories in a little folder
Every night I crack it open
I don’t read the words
I just sit and listen
It’s like my heart ran off in one of your ink descriptions
Maybe there’s something in these syllables that I been missing
Some clarity to such a rash decision
Was our love that much of a car collision?
It keeps me up at night
This is why,
In life your supposed to fight
For what you love
Sweat, tears and dripping blood
But,
I guess I’m just a memory in a binder
A little boy dreamed of a girl
Never thought he would really find her

Who would I choose?
Everyone in the universe
Or you
Would give the air in my lungs
Just to sit with you and stare at the sun
Always thought my actions spoke loud
A million people
Only see you in the crowd
Hold your hand out and look at that finger
The moment I saw you I had a feeling
Allowed it to linger
Each time I stared in your eyes
I saw the storm crashing inside
Could of ran in to hide
But I bottled the lighting
To your surprise
I really wasn’t just another one of those guys
If only you knew that you were my pride
My joy in a world full of lies
Finally, I could take off the mask
Shed the disguise
The only woman too truly ever stare in my eyes
So, you or the volcano?
If life was a game
Then you are the prize
The volcano could erupt
Spread its ash to the sky
You say only one of us survives
I would spend my last seconds
To kiss you goodbye
Before I jumped in and died
With no worries for you
See you’re an angel
And angels can fly.

He peers through fogged glass
As it begins to rain
Gazing past the flash
Of lightning on his brain
Slowly watching time pass
His thoughts cannot refrain
From searching for the last
Heart which left a stain
On the soul that he had smashed
On the most rugged of terrain
He is trapped in the past
And that’s his window pain