Snowflakes fall softly
On my pathway of lonely
life's cold without you

A Million Tiny Pieces
Taken while you wept on clustered fears of empty dreams,
broken remnants shuttered as in some storm cloud cellar
and yet the pain seeps through tiny cracks
invading every pore, seeking that which keeps fracturing

Puddles form at frozen feet, unable to move, chilled of anguish,
sub-zero burdens slither their way into the mind’s pathways,
hiding in corners, darkened at angular positions,
wedges of meeting points sheltering these evil thoughts

Falling on tender knees, hands clenched, pleading on tear drop pages
Emotions, these concrete wishes stained on thin lines
appear from chained memories, tethered to branchless trees,
striking swiftly as I watch your heart shatter…

into a million tiny pieces on the floor…and I with it

Fly away little bird
flee from the blackness that swarms ever closer
it's bible-weight threatening the air in your fragile lungs.
Quicker now little bird, I beg you!
Soar above the hurt that dares
capture your soul
it has no comfort to offer
no warmth to grant
it will break your fragile wings
and steal you away to darkness
where your poet heart will sing no more.
Fly little bird. Please won't you fly...

Gone.
G-O-N-E,
Four letters that represent the hurt
In me,
Cold cold rain , don't care if it don't feel so nice
When everything it touches
Is already made of ice
You left me empty,
An abandoned house on a sketchy corner,
Cracked sidewalks running down the boulevards of
My heart
Gone,
And my life ain't ever coming back.
Oh, stand me on a pedestal,
I'm made of marble, pale and smooth,
I won't break when you drop me - ha!
That's a lie, just like the tears in your eyes
When you said goodbye - gone.

I used to welcome our story
With a smile on my face
And a flutter in my chest,
But now there only remains
The bitterness on my tongue

I used to blindly believe
In fairy-tale endings
That I still wish to have faith in,
Even though now
I’m more familiar with tragedies

Now I lie to myself
That everything is fine,
The same,
And that it couldn’t be better
But I know it could.

I sit alone
As darkness consumes me
And I wonder
What am I
Even
Doing
Here?