Make friends with yourself
For a lifetime is too long
To be your own worst enemy

I'll remember you as you were.
Innocent; out against the bluest of blue.
Where the sky hangs low,
on the veil of green lands.

I'll think of you.
From time to time.
With a soft thought,
and a gentle smile.

A fond memory,
To get me through
this storm.

However,
I'd cut off my own hand,
before I ever reach for you again.

For you are the thorns
on a red, red rose.
The gleaming needle waiting
to be threaded.
The nefarious laced poison
dipped in candy.

I wouldn't dare reach for you.
Because the pain may fade,
But the scars you left,
Will always be the same.

end
three letters
three daggers
Stick in my hearth

Sometimes I wish I could turn off my brain and fall dead for 12 hours, when I'd wake up I wouldn't remember.

In every mind
There's always hidden
A gravitational field
At Poetry