These pages are the only
place where I am allowed
to love you,
Thus I write.

I will no longer mourn the inches of me
that loved
you

The words have faded
I am lost
Pale skin dances across mine
Moonlight seeps through
My eyes shut
Breathing stills
The walls echo my name
You exhale

Sometimes it feels
like I am
sleeping
through a plane crash

I wish I was less reckless
Less weak
For you
I wish that I could have
Stayed away
Stopped opening that door,
******* throw away this
Key
Write your name on a piece of
Paper
And toss it into this
Inferno
You left me in

Fire in her viens
Longing in mine
Eyes of pale topaz
Steele emerald in mine

Ignite my soft soul
Burn away the
Emptiness

Here is to the wreckage we are.
The strength of war running through our veins,
Bruises that burn our insides,
The hollowness of our right chest cavity,
The hurt in our eyes,
The loneliness,
Let me make museums of it all

Love is
deliberate
Love is a
conscious decision

Love was suppose to
give you wings
Not visit you at
your funeral

I looked at her and it broke my heart to see my lies dripping down her
cheeks

I refuse to be a
prisoner
To a love that
left

Your absence leaves a dull ache,
a phantom limb.
On occasion I can forget,
But then it's a sharp pain
to realize you are once more
a forever
Gone