Look at us
Both lost in war
Bruised and wounded
Covered in scars
Shattered butterflies
Hear no lies
Burned bridges
Ask me why
Rest in pieces
Love had died

It was the tattoo that
did it for me
the one on her neck
I could see,
but the one down below,
the one not on show,
the one that she told me I
could go
take a look
took my breath
away.

I thought your chest
was a hole
to another galaxy

and the only way
I could touch
the stars

was to tear you apart.

I think of a word and then write it
Out, the rope is now thrown up and
Over placed just right. I write one
More, the noose is nicely tightened
Up just right.

A word comes to mind, a thought
Made on paper, can I guess what
Will happen next.

So many words writtern, things
I have done, to make this right? first
Was the rope, the noose tightened
Just right. A word on paper the rope
Drawn to that which will hold it tight.

Words have been written, the time
Is quickly Running out, as the last
One is on paper my time has run out.

The hang man is finished, the note  
Written out. Where once their
Was panic and movement, I am the
Hang man silent and still the noose
Drawn tightly no air to escape  in or out.

 Peace now resides on this still calm
Face, as I am waiting to be  found with
My note explaining everything  neatly
Written out.

i took seven sleeping pills last night
which is six more than what the label says but
four more than what i usually take
and i have come to a realization
that i used to sleep
not because of the pills
but because the space beside me
used to be occupied
by you

I will admit, I am shocked how quickly true love can turn toxic,
morphing into a poison that runs through our blood stream making us scream and bicker
and so the love we once felt is reduced to a flicker.
Toxins replacing our delicate words that once held such warmth,
with ones intended to hurt and bring each other to war,
till the point we are dodging our shattered love on the floor,
and grow eager for self victory though there is no award.
So tell me this dear,
is any of our toxic love, true anymore?