I've folded so slowly into myself.
Tucked emotions into creases,
crinkled corners stained from ink.

Fingertips tingle from the need.
Yet my hands won't gather intent,
my heart just beats,
and I'm here....but I'm not.

I used to bleed through ink,
Now I linger on the edge of verses.
My clockwork heart on the tip of it all.

I buried myself so deeply,
sealed envelopes with no postmark.
Destination void.

I'm not the same person anymore,
sunshine no longer warms me.
Letters go unsent,
remain unopened.

It came down to this...

My head to heavy to lift,
my fears to big to face alone.

Tears?
I've plenty.
they spill out of me in over flow,
creating an ocean that would swallow me.
    
I had strength yesterday...

Brick walls stop me.
as they tumble only to crush me.
Why can't I get through to you?

I broke finally.
Thought you'd be happy to hear,
that I fell off my high horse.

Now all that's left of me feels so shattered,
my very essence rides the wind.

Like virtue it doesn't hold,
all of me is tainted.

He's got those eyes I never could put to words, but I see them before I sleep. Still a piece of missing puzzles, a riddle unsolved that I couldn't keep.

I could count the hours that wasted away, all the effort placed in between. Now I live in sterile reality, I've no hope left in me to dream.

My heart once broke along the floor, I stopped to watch it shatter. All the pieces left of me, are to jagged and bent now too matter.

I placed our memories in a jar of glass, tears sealing it with sorrow. Just another lesson learned, love is something we can't borrow.

The absence of you seems stiff and crinkled,
Like a crumpled piece of paper.

Ink blots and words crossed,
Just discarded verses and rhythms sprawled endlessly.

Incomplete maybe in a way,
Because I no longer keep your name on my lips.
Only hidden in sheets of paper.

Can you feel the silence?
Like a discarded notebook.
To full to continue,
Lines fill the margin so it's set aside.

Even words escape me now in this,
Paused in my last verse...

Words they seem to cut the soul, in rigid angry stages. Always wondering if it'll fade, along the body that still ages.

I see the scars marking me, burned into skin with hate. Never able to escape that frame, when to little was too late.

You can see it in my reflection now, I'm worn away with time. Lost in translation is stolen youth, a perception that once left me blind.

Men look at me and think they know, because the scars I have to bare. Intimacy so hard to find, because my self worth was never there.

Twisted images in faded memories, when I once was pure perfection. Now I see a distorted me, when I gaze at my own reflection.

He takes my hand in his,
tilting his head so his brown eyes turn into me.
He's looking to hard,
with such intensity,
I feel myself folding like crumbled paper.

I don't really know him..
I look at him as he presses me to have another drink,
I already know how tonight will end,
me intoxicated and foolish.

I suppressed the thought of someone else,
his lips met mine so intensely.
Hands tugging through my hair,
mouth gasping stolen sentiments,
as he takes me greedily in his bed.

My hands shake,
and I feel bare as we collide,
my long thin body intertwined with his.
Alcohol making my skin warm,
his body busting after what feels like not long.

I know when I awake in the morning,
that I'll feel incomplete.
the part of me given to him missing,
another notch on this man's belt,
and another unspoken name on my list.

I miss him so much it echo's through me,
vibrations taking over because,
Some days I'm blinded with longing.

The tingling in my fingertips,
just a reminder that his hands,
are missing from mine.

He had this way of making me laugh,
that shook me,
filling me with bursts of goodness.

Eyes so knowing,
they saw right through me,
leaving me bare and comfortable.

I look at the aftermath,
it could have been love,
because this ache is so real it stuns me.

I patched the sails with paper bags, and headed on my quest. Searching for a new tomorrow, I laid my past to rest.

Blessed pennies in my pocket, and holy water strapped to my belt. I shattered all that held me back, the curse I've always felt.

Tattered ropes hold me together, I've got this map that's made of dreams. With ruin all around me, moving on is best it seems.

I'm going but not forever, as I start along the way. Taking bits of memories, that will never fade away.

I sit here watching
red lips sipping wine
cheeks  flushed vibrant.

Avoiding lingering eyes
I tried to be
invisible.

I feel out of place
my jeans tight
while these women cling to
cheap dresses.

Running my hands through
my thick dark hair
his eyes catch mine.

I wonder if my
jet black lashes can avoid
anymore tears.

Perhaps his lips
will brush mine
and his weight will
press upon me.

I'll swallow shallow impulse
taking intimacy just to
reek of regret in the morning.

Backwards clocks sing distorted chimes, in this promised Land. Nothing solid beneath me now, I struggle just to stand.

Stories told us bended lies, and nailed us to this cross. Head held high we carry on, searching for what is lost.

They said to seek religion, but I always break the mold. Fortune tellers tossing cards, of dreams that just grow cold.

Hope must be a grown up wish, neither really stick. Any path leaves us marked, with scabs we like to pick.

I waisted youth to get here, to stand behind the line. They preach about the promised land, then left us all behind.

I know that he's probably sleeping,
but the space beside me just confirms,
it's not next to me.

I extend my arm,
squinting my eyes in the dark,
reaching to the shadows.

Softly I whisper his name,
it just echo's,
settling into silence.

Wrapping covers tightly,
I think of his arms,
always wanting them around me.

I know as I begin to drift,
he's my last thought before I sleep,
I can only hope I'm his..

They try and catch her in their hands,
but she's nothing they can claim.
Grip to tight and all is lost,
it drives most men insane.

Patience is required,
when you chase what you desire.
Passion bursts in euphoric waves,
setting the world on fire.

Heart torn from your chest,
Then shattered across the wall.
All because you wouldn't listen,
when she begged you not to fall.

Standing in a puddle of gasoline,
Trying to get this ******* match to light.
It doesn't matter what I do,
in the end it's never right.

A scarlet letter brands my body,
to match my lips of crimson red.
Let me whisper poetry in your ear,
and take your heart to bed.

Lay me down,
I'll set fire ablaze to tame your tortured soul.
Broken hearts never mend,
a shattered essence can never be whole.

I'm standing here with this stupid match, Striking it to spark.
Always hoping to set fire,
to what's hiding in the dark.

Change was screaming in my face, I had no choice but to comply. Backwards fables burned into me, it's all just one big lie.

I see the problem clearly now, but this mountains in my way. Life comes with no foresight, it just wants to make you pay.

Counting on my hands the wrongs I've done, that lead me to this rope. Always an uphill battle, somewhere beyond another *****.

I think of giving up sometimes, but it just wouldn't seem right. Holding onto hope I stand, grasping with all my might.

I could be the warrior, that rises up and claims his glory. But really I'm just a damsel, and distress is my life story.

My hands are small
wrists delicate
but
they are beautifully worn.

I could run
my fingertips
across
your soft skin
tracing muscles
and grasping all of you.

I want to cup them
and catch your tears
hold your sadness
and allow you to feel healed.

My hands miss yours hands
the space
between my fingers
must be made to fit
flawlessly.

I want
that privilege
of intertwining
and
syncing into each other
through touch.

She must be my purest truth, a trickery of light. The part of me that has to stand, screaming silence into the night.

I prefer my silhouette, as my reflection is a disguise. Something waiting to spill out, darkness shaded through my eyes.

She walks with me and whispers doubt, this extension of my being. Never having to pay much mind, to the heartache I keep leaving.

Keeping all my secrets, she mimic's every move I make. Struggling with my sanity, and how my minds about to break.

I am light while she is dark, this Shadow next to me. Merging with my identity, becoming this contradiction that you see.

If I reached for you,
stretching out my fingertips,
you'd still be,
far beyond my touch.

I remember the way you felt under my hands.
Grabbing your waist,
running my palms across your pale skin.
My body and mind,
both set on fire.

I wanted to tell you then,
when passion consumed us,
that I adore your rough edges.
The soft scars you fear,
take my breath away.

I find you so flawless.

I've always known your brilliance,
losing myself in the corners.
I wanted so much,
to fill the empty vase she left behind.

You spent so much time chasing ghosts,
that you once,
accused me of being one.
Reality made me visible,
and perhaps that's what I did wrong.

I finally gave my whole self,
and you faded beyond view.
Leaving me standing here,
trying to understand exactly what was real.

We must lose a part of ourselves,
when we spend so much time,
Loving when it makes no sense,
and chasing ghosts that have no heart.

He mentioned my favorite book in bed,
reading my thoughts aloud,
and stripping me further.
How easily I fell for him.

Misplaced is this part of me,
I can no longer find.
Tossed bedside earrings that fell carelessly,
becoming abandoned in bedsheets.

I dream of him less now,
fading knowledge that his body,
once fit so perfectly with mine.
His eyes carry so much depth,
that I couldn't discover reason.

Distance fills this gap,
so I tuck it away into corners.
Swept emotions into the closet,
pushed away with missing him.

I must love the wrong way,
always knowing,
he wouldn't stay.
taking the most intimate part of me offered,
I stand here,
between space and silence.

I carry the world on my shoulders, my back about to break. Determined not to let it drop, as the ground will often shake.

Earth is angered by the way, I sit here always kneeling. Pressed between the land and sky, my mind is always reeling.

Wind is my best company, sweet caresses to my skin. Soothing away my sorrows, since calamity did me in.

Light radiates and fills me with warmth, my heart always aflame. But when darkness begins to set, the shadows say I'm to blame.

I carry the world strapped to me, a vow I cannot break. Sacrifices made for greater good, praying for souls that are at stake.

I am void.

Invisible and not important,
To anyone including myself.

I am ugly.

This beautiful face betrays me,
I must have a wicked soul.

I am empty.

Giving so much of myself to others,
Yet I get nothing I need in return.

I am vacant.

You see it in my eyes,
Light dimming with each breath.

I am bare.

Stripped of all comfort and security,
Naked before you I feel ashamed.

I am worthless.

An item traded for lesser value,
Something you couldn't wait to donate.

I am nothing.

A shadow on the wall,
A small thought that rarely wonders to the surface.

I am so very lonely.

He chased me all the way to lonely, now I can't go back. Doesn't matter what he says, my bags already packed.

He spewed words once of sincerity, but they've now begun to rot. Seems to have been left beside, the actions he forgot.

He held me close and intimate, deceiving me with lies. Shedding masks from his face, each revealing a different surprise.

He bought me pretty flowers, that will soon wither and decay. So I'm pulling out your petals, hoping for a sign just to stay.

He said he loved me and meant it, at least that's what I thought. Dead daisies lay around me, he loves me, he loves me not.

I struck a match and held it close, setting it all a blaze. Watching it on bended knee, observing through the haze.

When all this is finally over, I'm hoping that I can cry. Been waiting to escape for so long, that I can't remember why.

Smoke fills lungs to steal my breath, choked I can not breathe. I know that I am absolute, to love is to deceive.

I see it all in ruin now, as fire erupts in euphoric waves. Every dream I ever had, now lay in empty graves.

Wild it burns with furry, warming my pretty face. Smoldering all the hope I had left, leaving me cursed to this lonely place.

I reach
       arms stretched
welcoming them into my bed.

Lips on skin
        I taste and touch
eagerly spreading long legs.

Our body's collide
    Show me my worth
what do I know of my value?

I need so much...
    emotional pushed away
only physical as they enter me.

Rough and wanted
skin set fire
     I like it when it hurts.

Release granted
they always stare the same
    wide eyes on my face.

Hush your pretty mouth
they always say before they go
      kissing swollen lips.

Just another indent
another man to call me beautiful
    another mark on a once pure soul.

I untie my hair from its knot, I just want to be set free. Place my bare feet on the earth, and allow it to heal me.

I could not stand by anymore, stolen sentiments in fist. Waiting for a sign from him, wondering what I've missed.

Long hair flowing in the breeze, I now turn my face to the sky. Wind reminds me as tears fall, that it does no good to cry.

So instead I dance to feel the universe, for joy to fill me once more. Wild and unobtainable, I've felt this pain before.

Gypsy souls are meant to wander, forever too be free. My heart is struggling just to find, why he means so much to me.

He always comes back,
reeking of regret and apology,
Hands unsteady and shaking.

Soft knocks on my door,
one..two..three,
I always pause for four,
bracing myself as I answer.

He looks the same,
carmel skin and strong jawed,
Silence forgotten in embrace,
yet intimacy is stale.

Flooding with tainted memories,
He pours out tears I can't catch,
broken promises I can't mend,
wishes I can't grant.

This is the last time..
please he breathes into my hair,
pleading for refuge.
I know he is seeking sanctuary,
but he's already left me in ruin.

He always comes back,
for that desecrated relic of a heart,
that he won't leave behind.

He is like the moon I think, while he's fast asleep. Wondering what he's dreaming of, and if he's mine to keep.

I could be his sun, wash away skies of painted grey. Brighten up his essence, if he'd only let me stay.

Counting stars is endless, it goes on into infinite space. When I close my eyes at night, I hope to see his face.

Today I looked for patterns in the clouds, but thoughts of him wouldn't flee. Images form from a far, is he my destiny?

The sun and moon search the skies, for something they had missed.
Turn your face towards that place, where hearts begin eclipse.

I wanted to fill the cracks of his mind, and breathe his very breath. Need consumed by deep desire, leaving me scared to death.

I hung a rope on that tree, where I used to kneel and pray. Struggling to keep my head up, waiting for something he refused to say.

I wanted to slip and fall into arms, eager to break my fall. Scattered hopes cast about, that are just shadow puppets on the wall.

I cupped my hands to catch his tears, but the favor was never repaid. Slip the rope around my neck, in hopes to repair the mess I made.

I wasted all my saved up wishes, just in the end to tie the knot. I finally took that step and hang myself, with all the promises he forgot.

I captured a part of him in poetry, put it down to hold against time. Praying with a small part of me, that through art he would always be mine.

Words that pour through ink inspired, he must be a muse. The outcome is always fates desire, because they never let me choose.

For fear of memories of him fading, I scribbled them down with pen. Not knowing where this journey is headed, only where it did begin.

I can place a finger to hold a page, and remember him through verse. Every emotion scribbled down, will he be a saviour or a curse?

My lips could never form the words, to capture what it is I feel. He must be meant for Poetry, so my heart would know it's real.

Snakes in the grass.
I inhale my cigarette,
knowing now what signals I missed.
I had hoped for a minute alone,
but he insisted on following me outside.

I glance up and he's watching me,
I wish he'd stop.
My checks flushed from wine,
but I am fully aware.
He is handsome.

He apologizes for kissing me,
causing my head to swim and me to fidget awkwardly.
I thought of someone else at that moment,
setting off a flutter of silent wishes.

I check my phone,
no messages and it's such a reach.
Give a man what he's after,
and he loses interest..
I sigh,
being oblivious must be a side effect of being me.

This mans muttered sentiments go unheard,
I'm only half listening to him now.
Knowing the idea of me,
is much different then having me.
I have no interest,
He's just another snake in the grass.

I'm standing here,
not knowing what to say.
It seems to escape me now.
Losing it through fingers clenched to tight.

I'm standing here,
but you don't see me anymore.
It's fading beyond my grasp,
soon left to be polished memories and stale perfume.

I'm standing here,
fighting the impulse to run,
Not knowing what to do...
Feet frozen from backward thoughts that fill me with doubt.

I'm standing here,
and I have no idea why.
Just a naive girl with bare feet,
and hair let free.
Wondering why the wind keeps whispering your name.

Morning breaks with the sunlight peeking through the curtain.
Light stretches it's way across the room,
blinding and beautiful.

Reaching for him,
I need him close because time won't last.
This isn't reality,
we have been tinkering with hour glasses.
Finally able to pause the world.

My head swims as I inhale his scent.
I had to much to drink last night,
dive bars and napkin poetry set the tone.
Adventures and exploration,
ending with erupting satisfaction.

I've been swept away,
lost and entangled in the bedsheets.
One earring missing,
my bare skin pressed to him.

I don't want to leave this room,
but check out is soon and we can't linger much longer.
He was mine for a moment,
tucking another secret behind sealed lips,
and trying to get a grip on my beating heart.

Hands wonder to warm places,
eyes closed and pleasure building.
It's just an innocent stroke.

But his voice sets my skin on fire,
and I can feel it building.
His hushed commands leaving me wanting more.

I want to be good but I can't help myself.
Fingers sliding faster,
My body responds eagerly to it's rhythm.
Pleasure builds as his voice sets me on edge.

Please can I burst now?
As he grants permission I erupt,
toes curling and breathless.
I lose myself,
lingering for a moment between gasping fireworks and bliss.

I threw away all my dignity, I decided it wasn't worth a fight. Spent to long trying, praying that I'd get it right.

I took a match and caught that tree, that shaded marriage vows. Watched it go up in flames, and found the strength to walk away some how.

I bandage the wounds left from you, cut by that blade of poisoned lies. Took the knife out of my back, now I'm severing any ties.

I sewed my lips shut with straps of leather, that once belonged to you. I packed my bags and filled my pockets, in hopes of something new.

I carved Divorce into the wall, with the shattered shards of whats left of me. I took that blindfold off my eyes, so I now can clearly see.

I open my mouth just to speak, but all that comes out is air. You look at me without seeing, but I'm always standing here.

Walk past me without a glance, all I wanted was to matter. Disregard me and how I feel, it makes me all the sadder.

A pretty face that lost her voice, you took what made me complete. Now I'm just a whisper of wind, that can't see her feet.

I tiptoed past you but you didn't notice, tears streaming from my face. Still invisible I pack my bags, and leave this lonely place.

I wanted so badly for you to see me, but more to set my own self free. I knew I could only be whole again, once you instead became invisible to me.

Where do you start with a thing such as this, secrets don't easily escape. No friend around I turn to pen, and confront what I can no longer forsake.

I sit head bowed no place to go, counting all it is I lack. It's over now and all in ruin, I know I can't go back.

Monsters touch me in the night, they leave me used and broken. These lips of red have scars themselves, from all thats left unspoken.

Age takes away my youth, I never had much from the start. Men lay broken in my wake, because I guard so much of my heart.

I have his name next to me, the one who's tearing me down. Confessions put to pen and emotion in ink, so my tears won't make a sound.

It's like I know it in my soul, that he must be meant for me. When I close my eyes at night, he's all I wish to see.

Colors so vivid I stand amazed, the grass can't be this green. Intense emotions swell within, reality escapes me while I dream.

I see him in the distance, my heart begins to race. Eyes transfixed I'm left in awe, by his handsome face.

Firm hands that soon hold me close to him, he kisses me with hungry lips. Fireworks erupt inside, with just a touch from his fingertips.

He starts to fade when he speaks, I want so badly to know what's said. I awake disappointed by reality, and how my heart effects my head.

I feel my clothes catch on jagged rocks, but I mustn't slow my pace. Hands from limbs of unseen trees, slap me in the face.

Exhausted and worn I carry on, boots kick up dirt and mud. Thirsty lips that long for dreams, onward must I trudge.

I have hope tucked in my pocket, and luck strapped to my back. I'm bent yet never broken, no time to count the things I lack.

Monstrous rocks that block my way, they will move to my command. I'm pure strength and determination, in this shell they call a man.

Twisted fables don't tell it right, as time often warps perception. I say this with absolute certainty, written down in pure deception.

Each year that passes leaves lines of age, my reflection became my measure of time. Backwards clocks that won't tick in rhythm, singing songs of a life that could have been mine.

It was ages ago but I can still hear her cry, hushed whispered tones of blind prophecy. Then it led me to these chains I hate, and they claimed shadows forbid it to be.

Every morning when I wake, hopeful I step closer to the drop. Waiting for a prince they said would come, jumping might be the only way to make it stop.

I spread my arms and close my eyes, imagine majestic wings. Shadows robbed me of my sanity, and twisted fables stole my dreams.

Exhausted yet I carry on, boots grind with each heavy step I take. I trudge through bones of fallen men, whose hearts I had to break.

Wings that used to carry me, now lay as a reminder on my back. Haunted by the ghosts of lovers, who once counted all I lack.

The wind whispers names of honorable men, who survived yet I left broken. Names not worthy of my poisoned lips, that have parted but not since spoken.

Beautiful in reflection, but color fails to hide. This heart of frost that beats within, that so long ago shattered inside.

They stand in line and follow me, yet I tell them with regret from the start. If this was a fairytale, I'd be that twisted witch without a heart.

I saw it twinkling in the night, so I reached up towards the sky. I wanted so badly to catch it in my hands, but the universe wouldn't yet comply.

I thought of words that made my heart skip, but none more then the ones you said. Stars so brightly circle me, possibilities fill my pretty head.

Scattered about so endlessly, astrology beyond what I can see. If I catch this shooting star, maybe fate will leave us be.

It passes by a moon we share, that casts an eerie glow. Mystics relics can't reveal, something our hearts already know.

I close my eyes and catch that star, plucked it from the night. Now I Kneel on bended knee, wishing with all my might.

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.

The ground threatens to swallow me, it trembles and it shakes. You can't run from shadows, or amend all your life mistakes.

I've always thought the floor was glass, knew one day that it would shatter. Head held high all my life, even though I never matter.

It's a struggle just to stand, always on uneven ground. Life was better for a moment, back when he was around.

Now is when it falls apart, my lungs forget to breathe. But I've been though loss before, and learned sorrow will ever leave.

I refuse to admit defeat, but this world falls apart. Earthquakes ruin all I've made, and leave this black hole I call a heart.

Don't give me stolen sentiments, I'd rather have the wine. Don't paint my paths with fake rose petals, I'm a bitter valentine.

Diamonds are a girls best friend, let's face it you're always broke. You never write me poetry, and its all just one big joke.

That box of chocolates overpriced, it tastes like a cheap *****. All the efforts just a waste, to get in my front door.

Don't buy me flowers that are half dead, I can't stand to watch them waste away. Stupid men love stupid woman, on this stupid day.

I could just be a bitter chick, on a day you don't want to be mine. Just get me drunk and **** me hard, I'm a bitter valentine.

I recall his voice sometimes when it's late and the world is quiet.
Longing for it to once more say my name.
I feel it vibrate through me.
It plays like a song,
focusing not on the words but the sound.

When I close my eyes I can see his face.
Handsome and strong,
a smile that lights his essence.
I could gaze at him forever not wanting time to continue,
knowing that he is a masterpiece.

I sometimes start to drift to things left unsaid,
silence and missing him always echoing the same.
Our souls are tangled in this unexplainable way,
curiosity and wonder always setting my skin on fire.

I could go to him...
but I've built walls that would crumble,
spent so much time stacking this house of cards.
We all share a moon I once was told.
Yet I never counted falling stars until he left, and took a piece of the sky with him.

I keep lullabies on my lips at night,
At those times when insomnia lays on the side of my bed,
Right where he should be.
My skin burns and my heart aches,
but I know now he's just a ghost.
He once was as real as touch,
only to become as strangled as my breath.

I could fill my hands with wishes.
Vials of fairy dust tucked deep in my pocket.
one day,
I might need it.
But that day I think may never come.

Prayers whispered on red stained lips,
but they drop sincerely,
with to much heart.
Silence says to much in ways I can't comprehend.

Wind says that it can take me to a place, where shadows can't haunt me.
Sorrow can't sit on my door step,
reminding me of things that want to consume to much of me.

Monsters grab me in the night.
Profanity and ****** don't mix well with whiskey.
My stomach is always twisted in knots of strangled butterflies.

I could be a runaway.
Just another face on a milk carton,
or those cluttered bulletin boards at Walmart.
I fade away so easily,
flowers in my hair and feet bare,
sunshine warming my face.

I watched it sway in the wind, but never did it break. I kneel now on bended knee, knowing only what you give is what they take.

I couldn't put it down in pen, faces always see. I couldn't disguise what's inside, That's destroying so much of me.

Shadows linger in closets I keep bare, regrets marked on skin. Hearts must be made of glass, as passion is said to be sin.

Handprints that match my hand, I have a tendency to choke. Yet I often forget how to breath, when everything goes up in smoke.

Ruin is a friend of mine, she is always standing at my back. I'm sitting on the corner of insanity, while she's counting all I lack.

He showed up with flowers I didn't deserve.
My hair uncontrollable and my dress to short.
He said my name but it held no meaning in his mouth,
spit out without savouring.
I didn't know what to say when he expressed my beauty.

To much wine can make me bold.
Mouth has no filter,
cheeks flushed pink and my smile to free.
My laughter bursting brightly.
I began to notice his smile,
the silkiness of his voice.

He took my hand in his and there was no spark,
no strangled butterflies.
I fumbled awkwardly and he stared to hard.
Eyes unreadable and yet I already knew.

He asked to come in and it hit me,
that I was tired of dreaming of you at my window,
I'm always sitting on the edge of sorrow.

He kissed me so deeply that it's amazing he didn't steal my breath.

******* me with eager hands,
his lips lost on skin.
Eyes closed tightly,
I embrace the moment of letting someone in.
To rough and undeserving,
no emotion,
just need.

He's already drifting into shadow.
Fading...
until one day he will become memory and song.

Perhaps he'll always be this empty place in my chest,
forever aching for a harmony I never had the privilege to know.

This space between seems so deep,
or maybe its wide...
it is not as vast as the ocean,
or as endless as the sky.

It's almost like a book I will never finish.
A scent I will never place.
A song I will never hear.
A feeling I'll never fully know.

Whispers always asking if he misses me too.
The beauty of music slightly dimmed with his absence.
But it is now just a broken lullaby,
and I could never find all the forgotten words..

I seem to walk on uneven ground, the earth will often quake. But I know no matter what, I mustn't ever break.

This journey seems never ending, the chaos all to real. My hearts been cracked along the way, but it has no time to heal.

Seems as if destruction follows me, I leave broken soldiers in my wake. Love is just a twisted riddle, that puts our souls at stake.

Cast your stones if you must, I'll stand and just endure. Label me with stereotypes, and pretend I'm nothing more.

My boots hit gravel as I continue on, I grind my teeth against the sound. I'm moving every mountain preventing me, from finding stable ground.

Wasn't I quiet enough for you?

Did I keep your secret tucked far enough under the sheets, Where even now, You can't admit I have laid.

Because if you did, You'd have to admit the never leaving, Because it never left. Longing always lingers in the silence between.

You've hidden me in the folds of the blanket. Always searching through memories, Just for a moment of what once was.

I can't return your calls. My absence now echos through us both. The indent of my body growing stale, Like fading perfume on the pillow.

I know it in the way you once kissed me. Yet now, You only whisper my name to the bed sheets.