I am broken. . .
These images of tainted memories
The remembrance of the touch of your skin
The tranquility of the sound of your distinct voice
All burn the progress I have made, trying to forget your betrayal.

The insanity of it all, is still driving me insane.

These scars of your essence seem to still be scabs
That are so easily ripped away to continue my bleeding.

How do I **** the Love I thought was magical?
The Love I believed to be heavenly
You were my soul mate.

Now what shall be?
You'll find yourself in another's arms?
So he shall tell you all the beauty, all the magic, that I once told you?
Was I that useless, that meaningless, to you in the end?

How could my soul not ache?
How could I not be broken?

Because in the end, you must be happy with another man's touch
And I am left here . . . shattered
Trying to pick up the pieces.

The internet
is such a great tool
except for the fact
there are too many fools
they have no respect
for man nor beast
and the funny thing is
they deserve it the least
so how do you handle them
what do you say
just ignore all their ignorance
don't be suckered into their play
show respect for yourself
don't let your skin be so thin
most of all, don't lower yourself
to the gutter they're in

My mind. A four way intersection leading anywhere.
I, am my only roadblock.

Tickle fancies with your tentative dreams
Tripping on a break you could never catch
Abort the kindred companionship you
carried full term only to
Pierce the air with
HALLELUJAH
For your innocence in abandonment


If pain can make you feel more than what your cigarettes burn, light another
For an emptiness that's comfortable and complacent

If a cackle gives you more comfort than compassion go to your oblivion that you call peace, where the longing dwells for eternity  

As I caress the hardened scares
My gentle heart lets breath
I promise you one thing
At least I looked back,
Before I started to leave.