Cerulean sheets
Mummify the memory of your eyes roaming down to catch mine.
Light oak rings dotted black with the door to your soul
What did you see?
Ghosts of those days linger in this house
And I don’t profess to be a medium
But I swear at night I can hear them
Faint footsteps passing quietly back and forth between our doors
Confused
And questioning our distance.

Clinging to life after my fall
     in love with you.
Lungs coated black from the dust of your condemned foundation.
Intermittently you allow me a moment.
Intermittently I feel whole.
The aftermath of her disaster,
   you cling to her like she is the river that courses through your veins.
She is an unforgiving sea
  with tidal emotions.
And you are to me.
I'll tread softly through your rubble
  desperately in search of something left whole.
All the while
     I'm existing in the wake of her ghost.

My mind is a beast.
Snarling and bearing its teeth.
A humming bird adrift through atmosphere,
flower to flower and back again.
A bee ready to sting to protect the hive,
yet brought down with the smallest drop of water.
My ears light up at the sound of earth,
and rejoice.
Yet cry at any tone resembling your voice.
My mouth is a beautifully sculpted castle.
My full lips conceal the cowardly queen behind tea stained teeth.
My mouth is a coward.
My fingers are my army wielding sharp ink filled swords.
Directing letters into spiral bound battle fields
stained with shed tears.
Each word lain out like blood spattered soldiers where the enemy can find them if the notion ever strikes hot.

She caries it around with her every where she goes.
It bungees from her mind to her heart, lungs and even her stomach.
It curdles her thoughts until it is the only truth she can fathom.
It ****** her dry
like the sun does a desert mud hole,
and her soul cracked from the drought.
Try as she might she couldn't leave it behind
because the darkness was always there when she closed her eyes.
It bore a stinging sensation of what had become familiar,
like the scent of a childhood home.
She dwells there
scared to venture elsewhere.
The risk of leaving behind
the only thing that had always been with her loyally her entire life
was greater than the chance of running far enough to escape it.
And its hidden in darkness that she learned the greatest skill she would ever possess. Forgery.
Deceit.
Each success,
each smile and friendship was formed to help conceal the evil she hid away.
Don't let them see.
Don't let them see.

She sits there alone

at all the local bars

Skin so young

but there's stories in her scars

stitches on the sleeve

where her heart was once worn

so calm in her face

but her minds a raging storm.

Yeah, shes happy alone

but she misses his touch

and a closeness thats shes now so

terrified of.

She smiles and she laughs

and she tells not a soul

of the nightmares and cold sweats

and of the way that her heart broke.

She silently sits

and shot after shot

lets go for the night

what while sober she cannot.

She sings sweet love songs

in tragic tones of Macbeth.

Cursing every man

in the room

underneath her breath.

I found some parts of you today

in the box of junk you packed for me.

Seems you wanted me to remember,

while you were forcing me to leave.

As I tore the old tape open,

and the stale air leaked outside,

I found those parts of you

and laid them out side by side.

I carefully looked them over,

the memories came flooding in.

Then smiled as I thought about

how much Ive grown since then.

You packed this box to hurt me,

and you almost had your way.

But the girl you packed this box for,

is no longer here to witness your display.

So I packed your parts back inside

that old and tattered tomb,

and I drug that box down to the curb

for the trash truck to consume.

I’ve been sailing this sea for nearly equal the seasons that I flew a plane for you
I was closer to Heaven, yet going through Hell with flight paths we couldn’t stick to.
And it’s just hit me now, as I float through the sound that the turbulence was all for naught
Every promise I fought for, every moment we made were tiny things best left forgot.
You tore off my wings, denied me the sky, and thought that grounded forever I’d be.
So I tore open myself, I cursed at the ground, and crafted a hull quite worthy of sea.
I’ve vanquished these swells, though they cannot compare to the swells you dealt both my eyes.
The roughest waters can’t faze my conquering ways much to Poseidon’s surprise.
And though I still take a blow to the bow now and then my gaze stays steadfast and true.
The horizon holds things from my wildest dreams, and they’re dreams no longer of you.