Her bones were brittle, her hips
fresh cracked plastic.
Her hair was gray
lackluster straw.

Her sweatshirt was too large, her stomach too small.
Her pain overwhelming, her resolve a mask.

He lay near.

She sat in a wood chair
at the kitchen table;
where she'd been
for days.

She lowered her arm gently, and beckoned,
"Come back."
Her plate was empty- her glass too.

His plate was empty- his glass too.
He lay away, as tired as she.
His eyes found hers
in hungry confusion.

"Please," begged her nature.
Hollowed, that was all that remained.
"I'm sorry."

He did not know.

He looked to her, his first, his last,
his only- perked ears and a dry moan.
He sighed and closed his eyes.

She chose to close hers too,
"Goodbye," she hurt.

My bed smells of you.

The aroma of today’s faint memories;
Your face,
Those lips.

Lying here now dozing in and out of reality,
the dreams become more real than the memories seem to be.

I’m reaching for you in my thoughts-
Inhaling your remains til the day you share this empty place in my bed for good.

i want you to tell me i’m beautiful, every day until i believe it. the truth is i was never beautiful, not until you said it, until you lied about it. i felt something when you said those words, something i’ve never been before. i’m different after you and i don’t know how to go back to being who i was.

Hey, beautiful.
I don't know your name,
but I saw your scars today.

Hey, beautiful.
I don't know your name.
but it will be okay.

I miss your eyes, I miss how they look into mine.
But now they look into someone else's.
And they sparkle as you smile at her.

Every emotion played out on your face,
from happiness when you kiss her,
to contempt when you look back at me.

I see them sometimes, your bright eyes.
Next to those shining green ones.
It's hard to look at them,
cause I know you're over me.

Oh no, I'll never forget the color of your eyes,


but you've forgotten mine.

Lying under a leaking roof,
Just counting the drops til it caves.
Been walking on a rotten bridge,
Counting the steps to the fall.

Just a ticking bomb of worry,
As my hopes just waste away.
The longer time holds on,
The more I want to let go of it all.

How can you show that you care?
How do you show that your there?
By how can friendship be what we share-
When its from a distance that which we sit and stare?

But it is of that distance which my feet will choose to walk,
Until that day comes we just continue to talk.

That through both our care we will see,
For I'll help you back when you fall to your knee’s.
Because this friendship we share, it must be,
Its not “from a distance” that tears at what you mean to me.

From beginning to end,
There are no gray areas.
In between it all lays truth,
Yet truth can often lie in between the fiction.

So where does this lead us;
Into a twisted reality? Or troubled dream?
A nightmare on earth that hides in hate and love?

No.
Rather a lack of understanding,
A clear view of the concept,
But a mere distance away from grasping it.

Everything and Nothing is abstract.
Shear works of art written in the documents,
Signed by the blood and tears.

The uphill battle,
Children pushed away.

The poker face,
Emotions thrown aside.

Lawyers. Stress.
Time stretched like a rubber band beyond elasticity.

It never snaps,
Your heart will stop thinking it might,
But it doesn't.

The hurt is distributed through my fathers stress.
The tears through my mother’s eyes.
All is lost, everything is gained.

With faces of youth in every scene,
The dream of peace passes mind.

The brother,
Staying quiet and still.
His eyes floating in the mixed level of emotions.

The sisters,
One with the scars at the heart of it all.
And the other too young to know what’s going on.

And me.

Too numb to notice,
Too careless to feel the pain.

Till it builds.

The knives of emotions come through the pores.
The ink falls from the fingertips onto the page.

There are no gray areas.
All of it is abstract.
Yet once again, all of it is nothing.

At the heart of it all.