I made it up…..
   I made it all up!

Said the man
   to the broken mirror x

Running from what?
     The what ifs,
The what’s not?

  The past wrapped up your heart,
In heavy wet cloth,
         Memories in shackles shape.  

A fist of madness shakes you lifeless.
Lays you dead
      On the breath of a brand new dawn.

Each new thought-
    ready
boundless,
   Free!

But Less sure,
        Less sure than the last.

Why can’t we just live **

Bitter,
Yet sweet,
She soothes the wound she makes.

Her kiss-
A twisted knife,

She sees only her own blood,
And wipes the blade
with the fabric of my heart ❤️

Well,
here I am-
Coming back again,
Wondering what the next moment will hold.


This time
there’s a glimmer in the mist,
And a hope,
I feel deep inside-
Of something else,
Something I’ve not yet touched,
Or seen.

Returning
to the same place,
The same walls,
and streets-
But this time,
with different eyes,
And a different heart,

To be different,
From from all that we were
at the start **

She looked back upon her life,
  Through the hollow case of a silver bullet,  
Fired through a room that never grew.

If she’d followed her heart,
Would the violence of her pistol calmly smoke?
Or is it eternally cocked back,
    Forever ready to fire.

She spoke loudly of her mountains peak,
   Yet failed to admire it’s view,
      its paths surely made her bleed,  
   But did its landslides build her a shelter for hope ? **

She told me I was heartless
    Maybe she was right..

As I never had the heart to tell her
       That maybe
             She just never reached  it ❤️

She loved me so much,
I was spoon fed love,
With lips sewn shut.

Her words spun silk,
through a rusted cage of hanging hearts.

I saw her in the final scene of a movie I’d always been meaning to watch.

So I begged for her.
She came-
Holding planets and stars-
And in the blackness of our eclipse,
she then begged me to leave **