Youre a cliff hanger
At the end of the book
Making me hate you
Yet beg for more

Youre the ocean
Beneath the ridge
First Catching
Then drowning me
In an endless pit

You are the lightning
In the night sky
Illuminating my life
Then burning me down

You are these things
Because once upon a time
You were the place
The north star led to.
You were my home.

i don't see it in your eyes
the love you felt for me
they are like a dark abyss
empty
i don't feel it in your caress
the warmth of our souls together
its cold and lonely here
i don't hear it in your words
flowing gently like a river
they've become roaring storms
i don't smell it in the air
the scent of our intertwined bodies
its the smell of loves decay

My days mesh
There isn't a beginning
Nor and end.
The monotonous motions
Contorted and bent
There was once love
I don't know where it went

I reach for your hand
But cringe at its touch
Two broken people
Not amounting to much
Heart wanting to forgive
But is in the mind's clutch
Giving nothing but love
But receiving a punch.

I've been kept in the dark
your shadow lingers
Taunting my thoughts
Eating me alive
Even in the dark, there's light.
I peered through
And did not like what I saw
But that was just the beginning.
As more light was shed,
The pain became raw,
Torturing agony
I could no longer endure.
When the darkness was gone
there was nothing left of me
What once was my life source
Has finally killed me.
I am gone
There's nothing left.

He kills me
But he saves me
He hates me
But he loves me
He empties me
But he makes me whole
He hurts me
But he's the reason I smile
He breaks me
But he puts me back together
Everyday.
A never ending cycle.
But one day...
There will be nothing left.

A shadow has fallen
The light engulfed by darkness.
Struggling to breathe
As the wind steals the air from your helpless lungs
Tiny nails carve your heart
From the loss of a loved one
Your head throbbing
It's filled with agony.
You feel as though there's no escape
From the thoughts that torment you
Your screams become whispers
No longer able to speak.
Your eyes exuding despair
Just wanting it to end
But that's wishful thinking
It's a vicious cycle
It will come again.