With nothing left I sit my *** alone in a chair.
The table stands naked-  ashamed in the room, while I pour myself a glass.
A dull light shines upon the wooden fixture.
All the lonliness in the world stirred into the mixture.
There, a glass of satisfying
sedation I cannot seem to hold.
The ground cracks,
I can feel the separation.
My brain aches,
there's no mistake of despiration.
The bottle pours,
a thirsty cause,
JD please give me salvation.

It's cold outside and the birds don't sing
when my birthday strikes me once again.
I shovel snow the sleet the sand,
the weather does the best it can.
The wind it blows and the gravel freezes,
Antarctic disaster pieces.
But there's one thing that makes my day
I'm her Capricorn in every way.
It's cold outside, I gaze from within
She steps to me, I touch her skin.
She brings a grace I cannot replace
this Capricorn has found his fate.

Get in touch with the other side of yourself you fail to seek.
Your stubborness; the inconvenience it never fails to bring on me.
"She's dead to me, She's dead to me, She's dead to me," I preach,
for there is nothing left of me, I'm drowning in my sleep.
Please let me breathe.

Feeling the pain
of tectonic plates
shifting athwart my heart, I say
unbearable, but she will see-
subduction will not be the death of me.

Buried beneath,
what she betrayed,
this heart cannot go on this way.
The deep sea trenches in my brain
distort and break my peaceful face.

The shock within,
your evil sin,
fractured to the mantle, this
conduction brings a lava flow
I know my heart can love again.

I feel there is a poem
trying to claw it's way out,
as I pound the keyboard without grace
and express beyond a doubt.
I sense a light of hope each day,
because she holds me with a loving embrace
that takes the pain away.
There's a dark shadow that
casts over me as I close the door,
she returns back to reality
and leaves me all alone.
I believe she will be able
to come back to me someday,
She loves me so, that's all I know,
so I'll sit here and wait.

There used to be
a time when I was broken;
Laid in between the sheets
I trace the swirls across my ceiling.
The angels weep upon my lips
that left the words unspoken.
I alone.

There was a time when I was stolen;
coerced into those selfish pathways,
blinded from the right and wrong way,
your intimate control grips my neck- choking.
I alone.

I was deceitful, left broken.
We had a loss of words, you see,
there was neither fate nor destiny.
I stand to fix these tangled sheets, unfolded.
I alone.

I alone,
myself and me.

There's a truth behind the passion
that forever is unspoken.
This love is a token that we both realize
in our silent everlasting gaze,
we yearned for each other's heart
in a loving graceful chase.
Nervous and concerened; hesitant to turn
back and face me with a choice,
on whether or not you'd share a love with this honest little boy.  
And you chose,
as I chose you.
And I love you for that.
Love me do.