This is something
She cannot hide.

Love lost.
Time spent.
The rhymes of the heart spoken.

Two souls fought
To save themselves.
But were they lost
Along the way?

Scars seem healed.
Nothing but paint to cover.
Promises broken.
Trust shattered.
Left to bleed.

A tangle of fear,
Of muffled calls
And dying hope.

She couldn't sink far enough
Into the ground.

Crack
Crack
Goes the heart.

It's all he can hear.
Resented is the reaction.
He coats it
With lies.

He can hear nothing.
Nothing at all.

She's forced to sleep
With screams and cries,
For this is something
She cannot hide...

She believed.
He lied.

Clouds

They give
Us rain

Trees

They give
Us food

What they need

They need some
Space to live

What I need?

I need both
Space and offerings
Of them

"what do you think of your body?" he asked me.

"it's a trick" I said, "wearing clothes that make me feel good, but once they're removed I'm huddled in a corner of my mind, afraid of my body once again."

"everything's a trick. that's what life does to you"