You are the one
Who I'll see
Waiting for me
At the end of the walk
Down the aisle

You are the one
Who will lay beside me
And keep me warm
All through our first
Winter months

You are the one
Who will scoop me up
As we laugh joyously
Because it seems
It won't be just the two of us anymore

You are the one
I've waited for
For my entire life
And you are the one
I truly love

Why?
Did you think about the way
That that would hurt?
Of course not
But now it feels
Like you don't care
Like a million shards of glass
You don't care about us
You probably never have
And yet
You played the part so well
Making me like you
Doing all the right things
Making me lead myself on
You deceiving liar!
I knew I couldn't, but still!
I wanted you regardless
You were
Perfect.
Well, almost
Until I found out
That you had no loyalty
You didn't deserve
Me or her or them or us
You didn't deserve anyone
Good luck living with yourself
I almost hope you can't
But I know you'll find a way
Because you're great at lying
Especially to yourself

I may not know
Precisely where I'm going
And I'm not quite sure
If I'll make it there
But I am certain
That I want you there
Every step of the way
See, no one
Makes me feel
Alive
Like you.
I see the beautiful sky,
Hear the laughter
Of thousands of happy people,
Breathe in the fresh air
All because of you.
Without you,
The world would be a dark place.
I would never be
Truly
Living

We locked it
And threw away the key

But now I'm wishing
I hadn't made these promises

I didn't know
You weren't what you seemed

Until it was
Far too late

Until we locked it
And threw away the key

Crouching silently,
The hunter lies still
Barely a breath escapes
His agile body.
With the speed
Of a fierce lion
And the precision of
A skilled hawk
He spots his tiny prey

He watches
Using practiced patience
For the perfect moment
Then
It is done
As quickly as the hunt began
An arrow pierces it's target
Silent and quick

The hunter is successful
And the prey unaware
It was ever in scope

Sometimes I wonder
Is this like life?
Unaware until it is
Just
Too
Late.
Or am I in control,
Swiftly passing through?
I suppose it
Begs the question
Am I the hunter,
Or the hunted?