I'm tired of finding myself on the bathroom floor covered in blood.

I'm tired of never having the strength to put the blade down.

I'm tired of letting people walk in and out of my life as they choose.

I'm tired of knowing exactly when the hot tear will finally leave my eye and roll down my cheek.

I'm tired of being tired, so something has to change.

Monosyllabic
Is a five-syllable word
How ironic right?

Why must the tortured
ice their darkened, bitter cakes
with pretty frosting?

I've discovered what matters
Can change as we age
Life seems faster
As we turn each page
A garden gives pleasure
In ways we can't measure
Family visits enjoyed
In our leisure

Photographs treasured
Proudly hung in a frame
Bitter sweet memories
As nothing's the same
Gentleness kindness
A hug or a kiss
Is really what matters
These things I'd miss

A chat to a Neighbour
A smiling face
Simple treasures
That brighten the days

Of the people I've met
Over all these years
Some have brought fun
Some only tears
I discovered what matters

Only one of two things

People are weights

Or simply wings ~ ( )

Gone forever is the moment we are living.
Never to be replayed quite the same.
Moments can flick by or keep giving.
Some perplexingly special like the way I feel, thinking your name.
A moment “liked” is a moment worth sharing.
Putting it out there.
Knowing you're all caring.
In the end it was all worth while.
I'd swipe a thousand moments.
If each of them had your smile.

I'm cold. A chill in the air.
Wood fire dwindling to smolders.
Ash crisped cinders to share.
Cotton between our shoulders.
That endearing musk of burnt wood.

A soft kiss on your cheek.
My arm wrapped round you.
I whisper in your ear
those words I do love to speak.

"I'll distract you not from the beauty of this world,
nor the loves you've counted.
I'll never let you waver from your hearts dream.
Stay true - look up ahead and mine will be seen."

This faint light up ahead.
It flickers and dances.
Clawing and bubbling to break.
Daylight will be upon us, no chances.
Don't blink or you'll miss this.
The birth of life - light years away.
An explosion of color flooding the sky.
Life inspiring feeling - opposite to grey.
Rain of warm power filling my voids.

A dream born anew each day.
A love found in you.
Explored in every single way.
A never ending gift.
If only we're awake.

Just then as it broke.
Did you feel it?
I felt yours and you mine.
Our hopes and dreams become one.
A valley of trust now glowing.
Warm tones red through yellow.
Delivered by the morning saint.
My dream revealed.
Endless passion only the sun could paint.