Hope is like fire;
It is bright and it is brilliant.
It is amazing to behold and it can warm the soul.
But like fire it can burn
and it can destroy
if it is left to reign free.

A few months ago I was walking along a path,
I had a compass, a map, a companion
The stars above me aligned like the aspects of my life
Finally, I thought, to be comfortable as I walk
I have all that I need with me
I am safe, I am content
To spend my life on that path would be bliss

The day my partner left, I fell off the side of the road
It stopped in a dead end that I had never anticipated
I lay in the dust with my heart on the ground next to me
I had lost my anchor for every storm that shook my mind and soul

My compass: I destroyed like something toxic when it poisoned my body
It lead me to this place
Somewhere I never wanted to be, something I never wanted to experience
My compass leads me in my life’s decisions
Not reliable but overwhelmingly persuasive
It was broken
I ached in places I didn’t know I had
I cried oceans until my eyes were full of sand
My stomach turned down food as if it were the thing that had poisoned me
So I let my compass break and ruin me, before leaving it in the dirt

I continued down the path, trying to navigate
The map was optimistic, strong, organized
It was bright and full of ideas
But what I hadn’t realized is that I had never read this map on my own,
It was with his help that I found the strength,
In my solitude, I felt the map darken
The writing on the parchment turned brown and black
Like tendrils the ink reaches to every corner and infects it
I can’t read it – depression fills the page with black and makes it impossible to see anything of value
Its not as easy as looking on the bright side when there’s nothing but darkness left

So I’m here now
My chest is empty with no compass
My mind is full of ink
I have no idea where I am and I don’t know how I got here
It’s not his fault that he wasn’t ready to walk with me
But I wish I had some warning before the road ended under my feet

It has been too long since my lips have been touched with love
I feel the press of lust when I am kissed
Always from the head and not the heart
They feel barren

You are far
                                                             ­                                           Far from me

And I want nothing more than to be in your arms and feel your lips on my neck.

But I am here
                                                            ­                                    And you are there

And neither one of us is moving

You know that smoking kills you
and still you let it.
When I kiss you I can taste the smoke
and it sinks into my skin.
I know that I'll regret it when you kiss me
and still I let you.
You're trying to quit because you've become addicted.
I know the feeling because I'm trying to quit too.

I’m tired of being absent,
I feel when you left you took my soul with you.
I know it isn’t fair to blame you
But who else can I say broke me?

I wish you could see how radiant you are.
How much you have to offer the world.
You're the sun.
You give off so much light and hope.
And I know you can't see it
because maybe there aren't any mirrors in outer space.
But everyone around you get's to bask in your brilliance.
And I know that's something really special.

You said that you would fix all of me,
All my broken pieces and my scattered remains.
You said that you could handle the damage.
That I could never scare you away.
You said that my cuts were beautiful,
But you never saw how deeply they were carved.
You said you could look into my soul and put the light back into it,
But hell, you didn’t know how dark it was in there.
You said, and I listened.
You said, and I believed.
And I listened. And I believed.