I stand behind the boundary you shattered,
Watching fragments of our trust scatter.
No mason's hands will I let rebuild
What you alone chose to break and spill.

Peace rests within my steadfast walls,
While your guilt beyond my border calls.
You crossed the line drawn in the sand
This distance now, I understand.

No architect of reconciliation will I be,
For bridges burned weren't burnt by me.
Some bonds, were broken by your choice,
They need no repair and no voice.

I rest content in knowing where I stood,
While you stepped over where you should.
So let it be; this space between,
Because I'm standing where I've always been.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Your heart's language
Is too vast for vessels made of clay,
When your soul speaks of stars and ocean spray.
In mundane realms, when walking alone,
Speaking of kindness in undertones.

Feeling it all too intensely,
When noticing wounds that others mask,
Feeling their pain is too much to ask.
While others shield their eyes in fear,
While you draw their suffering ever near.

Compassion can often feel like a knife,
In this world of thorns measured by love
Which fits you like a borrowed glove.
Yet here you stand, worn yet bright,
In the shadows of a lesser light.

Caring too deeply to turn a blind eye,  
You are not broken, just breaking free,
with empathy that others cannot see.
Your rhythm is different, its wild beat,
Makes the earth tremble beneath their feet.

Maybe it’s not that you’re too much,
Or not made to fit, but made to soar,
To crack the shell, to break open the door.
For in this world, naive souls sleep,
Whilst your waking heart feels too deep.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I recount moments with pensive eyes
Through mercury mirrors and fluid skies.
As cities fold like paper cranes,  
While clocks bleed with watercolour stains.

Obscure are the faces that I once knew,  
Now speaking in tongues of indigo blue.  
Their words grow cold in the morning frost,  
Like maps to places long since lost.

In rooms where gravity forgets,  
My thoughts float in spiral pirouettes.  
Each echo dons a foreign skin,  
As outside weeps with what's within.

Moths of meaning flutter past,  
Too translucent here to last.  
Their wings spell out words left unsent  
Of an unexchanged sweet lament.

I drift through crowds of mannequin dreams,  
Suspended, alone, and unseen.  
A spectral figure in reverse,  
Feeling like an outsider in this universe.

Time melts like Salvador's clocks,  
While purpose spills through quantum locks.  
And I, a paradox come undone,  
Mull over what my life has become.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In this space, there is a tranquil peace,
Between land and sky where the sunset creeps,
I wander through the fading light
When the day surrenders unto the night.

The darkness dances with starlight beams,
Like waltzing fragments of my dreams,
While the constellations slowly turn,
And the faraway sun continues to burn.

Here in this realm of in-between,
Where nothing is the way it seems.
This reoccurring beauty often dwells
Under the earth's rotational spell.

For in this space of endless flight,
Where sunlight duels with the starry night,
When sunrise greets day with warming bliss
As the dark and light share one long kiss.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In the chambers of your mind, I dwell,
A gentle essence, a lasting spell,
Not lost to time, nor distance far,
But living where your memories are.
Each thought of me keeps something whole,
A fragment of my heart and soul,
In quiet moments when you will find
My voice still echoing in your mind.

Though years may pass and paths may bend,
Though my earthly journey has met its end,
I live within the marks I made
Upon your soul, and will not fade.
So when you speak my name once more,
Or trace the smile that I once wore,
You bridge the void between our days
And keep me present in your gaze.

Time may stretch like an endless sea,
Years may scatter like autumnal leaves,
Yet in your thoughts, I'm crystal clear,
As if I'm standing ever near.
Remember me, and I’ll remain,
Like sunlight through your window pane,
For in your heart, I'm still alive,
As long as memories of me survive.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I showed you my fractures,
You mapped my vulnerabilities
And instead of healing hands,
You chose to weaken me.

You fed on my collapse
Like a demon drinking pain,
Reading my fears like a scripture,
Playing god with my ruins.

I tried to be your fortress
While you dismantled my walls,
Brick by savage brick,
Until only dust remained.

Now in this hollow aftermath,
You twist the narrative;
I was too distant, too broken.
I became the architect of my fall.

You'll weave your golden lies,
The world will nod and believe.
But these silent scars speak the truth,
As you left a wreckage deep within.

©️Lizzie Bevis

If I could reach beyond the veil
Where hidden misery and memories sail,
I'd dip my fingers into your fears
Rippling light through your toughest years.
Down into the chambers of your soul,
Through the spaces bruised and whole,
I'd pour the warmth of countless suns
Until each ill thought breaks and runs.

In your eyes, I see the pain,
Heavy like endless pouring rain.
I see the hurt that time can't mend,
The way your kind soul was forced to bend.
But, when I look at who you are,
Beyond the wounds and all your scars,
I see a light that burns so true
And a brave survivor inside of you.

©️Lizzie Bevis