People will ask me
if there ever is a point
to anything other than this
and I will tell them that
yes, yes there is.

In everything you do
you should do it with love
and hope, passion, grace
whether at the courtesy of others
or for one's own pleasure.

With all of your heart
you must try to see the light
even on the darkest eves
for it will guide you through
your most difficult trials.

And lastly, oh, but lastly
shall you see the world
as your canvas -- plain, white and delicate
in need of a great story
to be placed upon it.

We rode the night
like the back of the wind
high on incense and adrenaline
skating through alleys and street signs

The sky lay dark and glittery
as if it were covered in cheap jewelry
like the earrings that hanged from my lobes
that your lips touched when you kissed my neck

It was a night to remember
with the person you love
without one **** to be given
except about this moment.

I got lost chasing light in darkness
until I decided to become the light.

I've given up on you
and the sick things you do
that destroy the very parts
of me that still felt alive inside.
Why could I have not been stronger?

This is what I need --
to be free,
to break the chains
that hold my wrists
so tightly --
because I can no longer
be a slave to these
empty emotions
that have never
brought me warmth.

I loved you to the point of ruin
but instead you filled my lungs with ash.