love is a rocky shore.
calling out into the silence; faraway voices echoing.
ghosts of former warmth bring frigid desire.
the ivory waves at dawn, crashing over the horizon,
reaching for the remote lighthouse, shining rays into the ebony dusk.

salt up to her ankles, lithe limbs floating in the dark sea
overcast skies clouding lungs
petrichor-graced senses, lingering like his aftershave.
nostalgic longing tears at her heartstrings,
her psyche burning for his presence.

brooding in silence,
he stares at his hands in reminiscence;
his fate had always aligned with hers.
on the brink of shipwreck,
letting go has never been his forté

love is a rocky shore.
inhale the crisp november air,
exhale the distance from heartbeat to heartbeat.
fall for the uneven surfaces
and the tragic beauty that comes with high tide.

When is it that you give up?
That you let infernos fire devour your strength
That you let delusion's screams chant a lamented melody for you to sleep by
That you let pain kiss your every waking thought goodbye

When is it that you get up to that point?
When you let the palpable tension of fear tighten a noose around your neck
When your mind doesn't register the calls of anguish any more because its numb
When  everything around you dulls to a faint buzz, and the colours drain with malady and the light shines with hate

When is it that you shatter?*
That the limbs of your body tear to stones,
That the hate which he possesses drowns you into storms
That every tears which falls from your eyes carry an anchor to the deepest pits of ocean
That the simplest motions reduce you to screams and blades
And the only waking thought in your mind is suicide.

When is it that you decide enough is enough?
That you decide you can't do this
You can't try anymore
You can't pretend to be strong
You can't smile anymore
You can't be happy ever again.
That the only thing you want to do now is sleep for eternity...

Should I answer this  question?
Should Itell you when specifically you give up?
It's  not up to me though.
You don't have to listen to me.
However if you want to know what I think
Then the answer my friends Is
Never

So when is it that you give up? Decide that you can't do this anymore?
Never

I was looking for ***,
but hoping for more.
You came and broke my hex
and that changed my core.

That simple kiss felt great
a call from above.
What a glorious fate
this fatuous love.

Down goes the night,
somehow I just can tell.
Another day with no sunlight
and I'll spend it in my cell.

I once did a bad deed,
I shooted someone in the head
then I ran, I quickly fleed,
before he dropped dead.

Yes, I had my reasons
for such a hideous crime,
but that doesn't help in prision
where I'm doing my time.

I know I had it coming...
I know justice was served.
but I hate to feel rotting...
Rotting in my cell...