You are meant to love your children more than anything in the world.
Yet I don't think you have ever deemed anyone worthy of more love than that of which you give yourself.
But that's the funny thing.
You don't even love yourself.
Just to proud to admit to how ashamed you are.

He shook me.
He made me realise that to them,
I can be just as disposable as the rest.

I think you know its over when you don't miss the old times.
You look at them and remember them fondly.
But the warmth that once lit your heart doesn't come.
Perhaps the blaze suffocated by the caged walls.
Perhaps it extinguished by the tears.
Either way, clear it is no longer present.
But just as you call that call,
pass that identification,
you feel it.
A heat generated from a place un-located.
And the convincing of feelings trail and jump.
Until the realisation of the hope being nothing but the remaining coals.
Closing your eyes too feel another tear sizzle on your hearts embers.
You can't help the confusion.
Can flames relight?
Or does it just take a while for the coals to well and truly die.

Maybe a pen bleeds into paper
Because that’s what you’re too doing
With the words you write onto it.

Do tear drops hold the weight to bend a single flower petal?
they come from so much energy.
an expression if you will
rounded up all our insides until they are exploding out
with no other possible way to articulate these emotions being felt
so water is produced from our eyes
and our breath is taken to a quiver
with not enough power to decrown a single petal
yet being all the energy, power and will
we can sum up.

I don’t want to build a bridge.
Unless it is absolutely certain,
it will go up in flames
The second my last foot leaves it’s surface.
I want to smell it burn
As I feel the heat explode over my back.
Confirming there is no convinenece
In turning around
And walking straight back over to all I knew.

traps waiting to snap
luring you in
to push you free at the last minute
before the jaws are slammed shut for good.
its a favour, although the questions of why and the tears along your face
you don't want to be trapped within this trap where I live.