Ranting fears bite back every word that's been spewed,
   and with a sudden recognition of correlation,
the blood stained hands of three point in only one direction.
Seeming as a faults been laid upon the deceiver,
A fourth would only then complicate the consistency of retraction,
unshaded by the natural law of attraction.
Apologies laid in twos to reiterate the message with validity,
And as it's scraped from the grave,
A pinprick red finger of one has riled a preventative action

An amulet of frolicking scent turned texture in my fingers,
                        I held you around my neck,
     like a marveling clog to my throat.
Phlegm regurgitating on a cycle of sentiments,
         followed by looks of welled over senile tears
Irrefutable gravitation has amplified over the absent years.
Nearing,
  closing in-
but still with a particular sense of separation,
a guard builds high with a width of preservation.

Only the darkest hour sheds the lightest of words.
    Feathers falling from your lips.
          speaking with a mumble in your breath,
A panic in your tone,
            and a stiffened cry in your throat.
Pigeon-holed by your quick lapse of reality.
  Disarray hangs on the tip of the colloquy.
Embellishment sails upon the grove,
    crooked spines inflame with a matchbook hue
Rock reflecting back at the shrine as the gravel mass reveals the sweep of the
  overwhelmed,
            and underrated.
Filing in and settling out,
       The fear jerking hag rests its validity to the sun.

I've wrapped my pinnacle appreciation to a golden smile behind bars,
Heated and aromatic.
Through the lines of an eventless depreciation,
   you wailed like a child through the hardened cords of the umbilical.
I've birthed you,
  from my own insubstantial grief,
and laid out a cardinal rule of desolation.

Cremated languages lose a certified acceptance
A flattened tone of abandonment
Lost and utterly forsaken,
An erratic cycle renders itself coherent and of sound mind
  Deceiving a precedent truth
Plastered in the face of confinement
Self accredited illusions plaster on a face of changeless, concrete contentment

Midnight always whispers a lonely darkness no forest cry could heal,
     fear dwells on the soul of the forgiving.
Shivers ache down my back with a bitter cold of the Earth against my skin.
Half truths are sanctioned screams of apology,
Misleading further to guard the wound of the weak.
                                      Empty.
Echoes dark and dead play in my ears as I scan the room,
      thunder collapses over the thought and leaves a shadow of apprehension.
Over the shoulder looks to be confused as gawking.
Searching for a sense of security-
                   often misunderstood.
Nonstop checking,
               Constant glances,
                       Never to be surprised.
Hypervigilance fissures itself into every spare second,
            guiding cogitation to cause a false sense of benevolence.

I love with my hands as they hold gentle to the backs of your arms,
A chest to my head hums a sound of such conviction.
A compelling starvation only satisfied by the moments you've placed your presence in my palms,
Configuring a phantasmal display of coloration into my eyes.
And you live behind my lids,
   As you echo in my mind,
allowing yourself to
be stationed throughout my ears,
with soft demand.