One day I hope that
you will see me as
someone to love
rather than
someone to shelter.

She wants to see the naked parts of your soul,
the places where nobody roams.
There must be something there
that keeps such a precious heart beating.

"Just let me in," she says
as her head rested on his chest
for she longed for quite some time
to know why he guarded his heart so.

Not a moment went by where she lacked hope
that one day this brown-eyed boy would let her in
all she needed was the patience,
the patience before he'd give in.

I wanted to destroy something beautiful
so I could see what keeps it alive inside
but then I realized that something was me and you
and there was no way of knowing
the ins and outs that made us glow
from the innermost parts of our being
however it was already too late
when I let the hammer drop
that cracked the canvas in two
and I fell to the floor and wept
for I knew that the only thing
that was once beautiful
could not be repaired
was now nothing more
than a torn and tattered
mural of what love should be.

I could feel ribs break
from inside my heaving chest
as you kissed her lips.

You stabbed me with words
that cut like a knife
all the way to the bone
and with all of the blood
that pooled at my side
you only made it worse
when you tracked it up
my snow white eyelet dress
that I wore when we first met
you know, that night by the lake
with nothing but a blanket,
the stars and the sky
and although you're standing here now
as if you couldn't care at all
I let a smile catch my lip
knowing that even then
and even now
I love you at your darkest
and because of this
the darkness took me too.

But before you go I just want you to know
that you have caused me to love you so
that nothing will ever compare to what we were,
not even the stars, nor the moon,
nor the roar of a waxing shoreline
for I have known no greater feeling than
the warm embrace after a long drive home,
or our interlocked eyes as we stare in silence,
or the time I caught you crack a smile
when the snow fell from the roof onto my eyebrow.
Sadly, I've learned, that these moments must come to an end
and when you finally realize that time is now
you'll find a tear running down your cheek
and words caught within your throat
and with all the strength you can grasp
you must walk out the front door.

Don't **** with the ones
whose dreams are so high
that skyscrapers can't meet the tops
of the possibilities that float in the sky
or the hopes that lay at their feet
so easy to grasp that
all they need is just a little push
and then a running start
and the courage to set sail
on a path into the unknown.