As the wind brushes the branches,
the leaves of the tree fall,
scattered upon the soft dirt,
they have been discarded.

One by one, they begin to flow,
caught in life's vicious current,
trampelled with ignorance,
into tiny crumbling pieces.

Still, the wind blows relentlessly,
the fragile binds; shattered,
a cruel, unavoidable cycle,
of stale life breathed anew.

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson

You are the apple of my eye,
And the sun in my sky,
When your smile shines bright,
Everything feels just right.

If I could have it my way,
We would simply chat all day,
Continuously make you blush,
Getting you all hot and flush.

Babe, you are my only desire,
The precious fuel to my fire,
I can't get enough of you,
The beauty you hold is true.

You are the woman I adore,
That and then some more,
I'll tell you each and every day,
In my own special way.*

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson

Your face appeared,
With your blue-eyed gaze,
In that moment I froze,
Held in a lovely daze.

I admired your beauty,
With an immediate smile,
Catching a glimpse of pain,
Your heart...so fragile.

You had my attention, 
So I got a closer view,
But you lived quite far,
That just wouldn't do.

I decided to keep moving,
Only to my delight,
You sent me a message,
Then we talked all night.

I couldn't imagine this, 
The strong connection,
You have my devotion;
All of my affection.

I want to be for you,
Everything that you deserve,
I want to show you love,
And heal what hurts.

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson

Too many years have passed,
Waking from this familiar daze,
Too many years I've spent,
Lying with an absent gaze.

The blinding ties of love,
Have been fully stripped,
Leaving a deep ugly hole,
Where my heart was ripped.

It is not my first time here,
Battered and in thought,
Was it a great play?
Each battle, well fought?

I did not have the time,
Before you entered my life,
To heal my ****** wounds,
From my last three year fight.

I was set up for failure,
Right from the very start,
When you decided to pursue,
And conquer my heart.

I gave you fair warning,
To which you did not heed,
Now I am suffering again,
Except now, we both bleed.

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson

You are one broken human. I'm sad for you.
If only you could have loved me broken, in the pieces that I carry...
Maybe then I could have help putting myself together,
Instead of walking by your side, devoted to your happiness,
Only to be sitting here again, with more pieces this time.

You are more ****** than I thought.
In all that time, you never got to know the real me...
You can't accept that I am not your perfect,
No matter how hard I tried to be,
I am more ****** than I thought too.

Just the weak ones
Stand by your side when you have nothing, or no one.
Make several attempts and compromises for our success.
Make the hard decision to say enough is enough, and let love go.
Walk away with this pain in my heart, knowing it's for the best.

Just the weak ones
Give in to temptation, and the want to be desired.
Betray your trust and faith.

I am weak
I have had enough of you putting me down,
trying to change the person I am, that you don't like, into a person you would.
I am tired of wondering whether you want me and aching for affection.
I am tired of being tired with my life.
I am tired of not feeling loved.*

I am human, I do wrong, but I aim for right.
You are far from perfect yourself, but I loved every bit of you.

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson

Another long chapter finalized,
With an unsatisfying end,
Wedges sit in the breaks,
With no means to mend.

Left to stir, in disconnection,
Slowly absorbing my reality,
Suffering from a lack of control,
In stabilizing my mentality.

The vast space, now a void,
Fills with pain and sorrow,
Another sleepless night ahead,
Drifting into a cold tomorrow.

Whispers scream, "you're broken,"
Suffocating in bitter defeat,
Mustering the strength to stand,
Rather than cower and retreat.

Soon before me is another day;
The start of a new chapter,
How do I face my choices-
The consequences of laughter?

I can only give a broken smile,
Weighed down by damage,
Now alone with my depression,
Unsure of how to manage.*

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson

At first we met, just out for some fun,
Halloween parties, come all but one.
Leaving my petty, sorrow behind,
I was on the floor, getting on my grind.

A drunken tale, it was for me,
Out for the night, completely free.
We drank and we danced,
Until our very last chance.

That was the night of decisions,
As he lay hospitalized with incisions,
That I chose to live for me,
And battle to be happy.

That night I was satisfied,
Feeling charged and electrified,
In the end, pleased with you,
And our arrangement too.

Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson