Our love was a harpsichord;
sweetest songs upon
sinful symphonics,
danced upon by skilled hands
and hungry hearts.

Our love was a harpsichord,
bringing contentment and
melting bitter doubt,
the coldest goodbyes,
until the final hit.

Our love was a harpsichord.
No matter how I may try,
the keys turn to stone
and the notes bitter.
Extinct, it had become.

Our love was a harpsichord,
sorrowful beauty until
one conductor, giving up,
submerged our songs
into a sea of loneliness.

Our love was a harpsichord.
Now it is but ruins.

A butterfly caged if it is caught,
A lovely mind clouded, distraught,
Yearning for eyes to break their gaze;
To leave the cage and fly away

The frail beauty upon it's wings,
when caged feels only a bee's stings.
Perpetual stabbing until the day
To leave the cage and fly away.

Although now safe from stormy weather,
when clouds of sorrow come together
and shed the tears of those now slain,
The butterfly still writhes in pain

The sun is what's yearned for the most,
Yet in these shackles all is lost.
Never to leave this nasty train,
The butterfly still writhes in pain.

The train riding an unknown path,
Yet too soon to it's aftermath,
The conductor lusting over things
like pleasure took from withered wings.

Obsessed over it's pain filled cries,
the conductor hurts the butterfly.
He's now feeling like he's a king
from pleasure took from withered wings.

Freedom will never board the train,
and rid the butterfly of her pain.
Only her death will bring her day
To leave the cage and fly away.

With him she braved the world.

Yet never before was she without

the slightest doubt

this love would be unfurled.



Betwixt his fingers curled,

a rose withered from draught.

Love's water's drained out

thus into the fire it was hurled.



The thinnest chain binding the two,

she struggles to shatter it not.

No matter the pain gone through

from he who is untrue,

Her heart to be forever caught

by the coldest shade of blue.

Even the most solitary person
Is struck by the sting of loneliness.

Upon a tear stained cloud,
Lone waits, mallet in hand
Until one is without another.

Swiftly he strikes,
A crescendo of thunder
Upon the speed of light.

Emotion cracks through,
Creating a broken man.

Heart, have you forgotten how the sun smiles,
birds whisper songs of spring love,
while you are with someone whose eyes are just
as bright, if not brighter, than the starburst's grin?

Heart, have you not finally released the snake's coil,
the immature villain whose heart was pure before you
corrupted it, before he corrupted you with promises
of lust and believing you were his and that was it?

Heart, are you at all reluctant of the forgotten memories
of a firework shared only summers ago, a firework lasting three months
in which the only thing you can remember with ease is
the name of this spark, and not a thing more or him or the once 'we'?

Heart,what means all of this? Have you disconnected with the mind,
leaving the good memories behind, the bad lingering like smoke,
and the present but a faint gleam when you are not alone in the dark?
Have you been consumed my too much love, or too many lies?

Standing on a cliff, just above a jetty.
the wind ignites her hair into a wild dance.
a storm is brewing, and yet, she is calm.
Eyes closed, arms free, dress shirt flowing
to the left. It's time.
Without a second thought she jumps,
a downward spiral head first.
"Goodbye.." she whispers.
"See ya in Hell babe." her other half.
Nova.

She left him a note. A simple question.
Why am I such a mental patient?
She never expected him to answer.
He never did before.
And so she dives, heart
compressing from the pressure of the air.

A hand.
A hand touches her own.
"What happened."
She is turned so her feet face
downward, eyes meeting his.
Suspended in time, she vents.
Her other half tries to take over.
But with every word from his mouth,
she is knocked down, with every word
peace starts to envelope the child.

Funny,
How although she is older than the man,
she is inferior. A little girl, almost broken,
depending on him as her angel, her blanket
to catch her fall and make the fear go away.
She loves him. More than she should.
She depends on him. More than she should.
Without him she would die.
He carries her back up to the cliff,
then down to the shore.
He leaves without a word after.

Does he realize she is dying?
Does he realize her love for him,
him actually speaking to her,
is one of the only things keeping
her alive?

Does she realize she can't
depend on him to be her life support
any more?

Hello my love, it's been a while.
Hoping all is alright on this evening,
even though I cannot exactly ask.
Sad to say, I've been thinking of you;
Wondering how you fare as an adult,
in college, driving, free. Without myself
as a friend to comfort you if you are troubled,
Yet I'm positive you have no worries just yet.

I apologize for breaking that promise I made,
though unspoken, about leaving you alone
to live your life. It pains me when I feel
the urges to say 'Ey', or like a post of yours,
and I pity myself when I do just that.
You don't need me, I know this, love.
I'm sure we don't need each other.
I made a huge step by not sending
you a letter this summer, however.

It still warms my heart to know
you are alright. I smile when I see posts
about your adventures as an adult,
I share your happiness and exhaustion.

I listened to songs of you, so to say,
as they tackled me with nostalgia
of stories we'd tell, of the days when
it wasn't a crime to talk to you.
When it was all innocent, naive,
when we didn't have worries
of the later years.

I wish I could speak to you as if
we were still that innocent, love.
Yet with so much history you could write
a text book about us, so much learned
from these past years, we've grown silent
and time together fleeting. It's for the best,
my sweet. You and I know this well.

I share a bed with a man I love.
It's funny how, years ago,
we both dreamed of waking up in
each others arms with a smile and kiss.
My dear, I don't want us to be lovers.
Can we forget that desire ever existed?
Can we go back to casual conversations,
laughing, loving each other like siblings?

Can we go back to our innocence,
before the history, before the silence,
and meet once again?