By Arcassinburnham


Wanted to be more,
Can't find any other definition for that,
Im sorry for my ways,
And the betrayal,
Maybe How I acted,

My true feelings had no use for what you wanted,
And being friends wasn't what I imagined when I saw you,
I Grew into your character even more than I subjected,
I loved for us to be in perfect virtue,

I loved everything about you ,
The words you typed spoked for themselves,
Everyday it was about you,
But my feelings I couldn't help,
I just need you to understand,
How much I ******* care,
I love you more than I love myself,
But the hate I couldn't bare,
And tore me apart,
I needed some loyalty,
But when you in love,
Don't really care about privacy,
I cried for a night,
Thinking this couldn't have happened,
I missed you like the alignment,
And the eclipse,
And the mythical krakken,
I know your not into the love thing,
But it doesn't hurt to be a little more open,
You would be the type to not think about wedding rings,
But its all about finding the right person,
And what I found was an angel,
Then another angel shot me,
Then I fell for you instantly,
I was waiting more like pending,
It was all bout midnight midnight midnight,
And that night I sat on top my roof of the house crying,
Thinking was I doing something right,
I need you,
You went away,
Saw you sometimes,
But away I stayed,
I wanted you,
I wanted you,
I wanted you,
I wanted you,
And if you forgive,
Won't let nothing come between me and you,
Not anymore,
With some clarity,
Wishing one day that you marry,
And when your heart is ready to conceive,
I'll be there for you,
I miss you dearly,
And its killing me,
My true intentions was for you to love me,
Cause....
Cause......
I love you.

What happened?
Where did the year since
Last fall go?
Was it really a year ago?

I could write a trilogy
Of bricks on all
Its events. On
What was wasted,
Given, lost, paid.
What was earned or stolen.
What was spent.

I did good:
It all went.

A year so full of fire.
Of tragedy, drama, of
Laughter like thunder, love
Like lightning. Naked skin against
Ice crusted snow,
Naked skin against
Warmer, naked skin.

I remember
Screaming at the skies; my
Curses and whys,

Then resting my knees
On the same spot of
Forest floor, thanking
All gods for all things new,
And for all that I held before.

Nothing is ever lost.
Even loss is gain.
I wouldn't know the depth of
This bliss, if my life had
Been free from pain.
(I know it's a cliché.
But I'll use it again. And again.)

Hello, Birch Tree.
Nearly stripped, ready for snow.
Brother Pine Tree,
Still wearing your deep green
Porcupine Petals.
You both frame "Home" to me.

Autumn flu; fever like lava in
My veins and muscles.
I face away from the TV
-Towards the window facing north-
Fields and tree trunks
Sharing the same shade of
Soil.
Crimson Oak. Periwinkle sky.

Rainbow like water and oil.

Let these be the last things
I see before I die.
They witnessed my victories,
Failures too,
But never me merely "try".

It all boils down to attitude.
Inhaling all that  
The winds may carry;
Exhaling mostly
Gratitude.

Everything,
Everywhere,  
Is brand new.

Every single
Passing

Second.

How long will those
Past moments linger
In my back
Jagged
Lacerated
Deep
Do they go, I have begun
To remove them,
So long have they been
Apart of me,
"No one sees them"
But they bleed
Emotion,
Betrayal
Distrust,
These blades that protrude
So many were placed
Not gently,
With a force of
Jealousy,
Resentment,
Mistrust,
Of me, for no reason
Did I ride these tracks,
But you wanted to
Derail what was done,
I struggled to cope
Tears where my pain,
But what was has pasted
And these blades though
Removed leave a scar upon my
Soul,
My back still itches,
With the many times you stabbed
Me in the back,
But I have moved on
Never will a blade find comfort
In me,
Never will I let others hurt me like you did.