Have you ever missed someone so much that your arms feel numb without them there to be held in them? So much that you can see their absence pulsing round your body? So much that you'd give anything to be back in their arms, kissing lazily as the sun makes stars out of the dust particles floating around the air? So much that you've started believing that maybe single beds weren't made for just one person? So much that you're starting to think maybe phantom limb syndrome is the only way you'll be able to feel their touch again? So much that you have to pull over on the side of the road because them not being there is causing a sickness inside of you? So much that missing them is the only feeling inside of your body and so much that it's infecting your chest with a sadness that never feels like it's going to go away?

I miss you more than all of these combined.

Odd boxes,
Patch the room.
Small plates of food
Half eaten, dusted,
With leftover crumbs and papers.
The phone never calls
And shades are drawn for days
Only opening for small, dropping lights
That move in the eves.

I can
Not look at all the photographs I took
Of us
Even though I want to,
Even though they lie
Close to me
With my unmade bed, on the floor
Always falling,
But never to sleep, without you,
Empty.

By AB , FA & SP


AB :
Living life on Roses to make a trip on the way to
Salvation,
I'm losing my head and my consciousness is
Shifting in and out of existence,
My mind is now gone,
I'm on my own,
On my lonesome,
It's the time of the month when my emotions
start to elevate,
What is there to love when it makes you put a
Gun to your head,
What is there to love when it rather abandons
You instead,
Making daily rounds for heartbreak,
I'm on round 16 and I'm still not turning over
In a grave,

FA:
Standiing tall...
Nothing is dragging me down
anymore.
No more insecurities  Learned how
to love myself Forgave my father and mother  
Apologized to everyone else.
Staying positive all the time And realizing
everything happens for a reason.
No longer blind,
I see the world differently.
........ I guess its true,
Demons have good in them too,

SP:
They put a gun to my head and said this was
the end But I laughed in their face and just
rose again  Because at that moment I realized
this where my life was meant to begin And all
the pain that coursed through my veins were
just meaningless distraction So allow me to just
detach these evil contraptions That were
created by the men who attempted to trap this
And by this I mean me  The beast that remains unseen  
Because he is living free in the land that
Was thought to be dream,
But no,
Positive energy is a real thing and it flows through
Me like something you wouldn't believe and with
That I end my meaningful rambling but before I
Go, allow me to reattach your sanity.

i am capable of anything
because I am a woman
and the blood in my veins
is centuries old
one part iron, two parts *magic