The stars shine
The sky weeps

You leave too
It was just me.

times of silence
seeming inaction

on the cusp of love
riding the wave

a comfortable acceptance
way of poetry.

Third time’s the charm
but it’s been five..
seven..
fifteen..
I’ve lost count.
I think this one’s deep enough
I think this one comes close
to rivaling every wretched thing
I did today.
For all the discourse about it,
they always neglect
to mention the raw
beauty of it.

The scarlet beads and
uneven armlets
curling around edges
of untamed flesh
grotesque on the outside,
uglier on the inside,
𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲
it’ll be deep enough.

story within stories
a song on your lips
drumbeat and harp.

starlight and moonshine
blue orb
red planet

God is a painter
as well as poet.

a deeper love
unfathomable
knocks each day

'your name written in Heaven
a mystery within the pain'.

Shut the door
Don’t come back
Once you were
inside
Now Im covered
In cracks.
I was stalwart
True and fit
Years with you
Now I don’t
want to live,
I was smitten I
Fell for your games
There’s only me to
Really to blame.
So shut that door
And don’t come back
The lights have gone out
In this beaten up shack.
Property been sealed
Now  I must rebuild,

Jagged peaks carve his path
Like black onyx absorbing light
An amber sun in muted gold
A fading light
Hidden dangers lie ahead
In haunting echos
Where shadows test
He stills his mind
A strength he finds