And I think finally
I might be getting over you

I thought

we’ve been    through it all

but you            threw it all

 away.

-

nothing is left
                             now but
  
my broken pieces

to find myself

i need to get out of my pain.

pain you gave to me

that still lingers like ashes.

it must be swept away.

but i can't find the broom.

are you trying to hold me back?

i must get free, to get out of me.

every time i reach rock's bottom

it's a new depth.

when i think the pain is gone

it's just wearing a new mask.

life has left me waiting on the curb again,

and i'm sitting down this time.

no one has offered to carry me

i guess i have too much baggage?

will i ever be above superficiality?

or are we all disguised? and i've noticed mine.

the pain is too deep.

i can't bring it to the surface

i want to get away

and leave it behind

but it has become a part of me.

it will be my cross.


Spring

She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~

If my life, within my eye,
Should flash before me as I die,
Pain and doubt will turn a blur
As I recall my time with her.

Of all life; devoid and cold,
Onto just one thing I’ll hold.
Though I’ll lie in disrepair,
Fear will fade, for she is there.

I’ve run out for a few days
no place to leave things
watching my pile
waiting for dispersion

This in there
that in here
warmth in drawers and closets