I bloom in front of you,
open and flourish under my own sun.
Yet you,
don't stop and watch anymore.

Under finger and thumb,
I stretch ever so delicately with hope.
yet you,
aren't accustomed to this shade of green.

Stretching upwards,
I wish on stars that make me feel insignificant in a greater world.
Yet you,
refuse to believe I am magic.

I cry tears of pure sadness,
watching life grow where they fall.
Yet you,
can't appreciate the simplicity of my nature.

I pour my soul into you,
intimacy in over flow and heart swollen.
Yet you,
can't see that I have begun growing roots.

I can't do away with a broken soul, nor can I fix all the pieces. So I'm tearing out the pages of me, to ease this pain that never ceases.

Scribbled verses set in margins, that make sense only to those who choose to see. Erasing all the unspoken truth, that made a prisoner of me.

Dog eared pages I intended to revisit, one day when they made sense. Learning lessons from Humility, yet I've bent at her expense.

What is written in the book of me, no one would want to read. Demons sitting in the darkness, bickering over what they prefer to feed.

I put it all to paper, now I want to destroy it in the end. This book of me has come to be, my only confidant and friend.

Like rocks that fill my pockets, it just weighs me down. Regret always whispering doubt, it would be better just to drown.

I hold it between parted lips, his name that can't be said. Like sandpaper on the tongue, my frustrations so deep I cracked and bled.

Tell me Sorrow why I sit, on the corner of Self and Obligation. While in the cloak of night I cry, and choke on my own damnation.

I can't wash this new lover off my body, the filth won't rinse away. Another name on the list, another excuse not to stay.

It burns within like a thousand fires, desire that can't be repressed. But I'm so busy punishing myself, that I may never rest.

Tucked within the mountain of Promise, just past the forest of Truth. Runs a stream that glistens of dreams, and grants eternal youth.

Fairy's dance among the flowers, and sing a song of grace. Always adding into fable, another fortunate travelers face.

The stream glistens in the sun, and it's allure will steal your breath. One drop that passes through your lips, will save your soul from death.

Some will spend forever looking, desperate to stop youth from fading. Endlessly searching for this fountain, they waste life away crusading.

Be careful what you wish for, it's the warning the wind will softly tell. I'm forever blessed in beauty, but ****** for eternity between heaven and hell.

Reaching out into the darkness,
I wonder,
why thinking of him hurts so badly.

I meet him in dreams,
soft kisses of ginger and melody,
intimacy unfolding me.

I open slowly,
delicate and curious,
only to fade again with sun rise.

Daylight is lonely,
counting silence,
and the piece's of him I fear I've lost.

In sleep I beg him to take my heart,
to shatter it,
because,
I always linger in between.

He holds her in his arms at night, shielding her from a past she can't escape. Protecting her beauty from nightmares that lurk, and blessing her with soft kisses when he wakes.

He leaves to work before the sunrise, to a job that demands a toll. Checking the sleeping children before he goes, how he adores each innocent soul.

On the walk to work each morning, he greets a brand new day. Dreams that will come true he knows, his hope can't be distinguished or thrown away.  

You ask the measure of a man, and this one with so much heart is made of steel. Exhausted every day from life, yet he never forgets to kneel.

He is made of fire and rock, always giving when he can. He's pure strength and determination, in this form they call a man.

Reality Check

Exhausted isn't the correct word, as it's more of mind and soul. I bounced to many reality checks, it must've taken a toll.

I couldn't keep on trudging through dreams, while sitting before the hallows. Wasting wishes on nonsense things, while they leave me at the gallows.

I've hung my head in defeat, so many times before. But I'm at that twisted point in life, where I can't take much more.

Shadows follow me where I may go, voices so sinister and wicked. We ***** our fingers on spinning wheels, ignoring what was long ago predicted.

Backwards bones of forgotten men, lay in disarray. All because life's a *****, and she wants to make you pay.