Please let me write this out
So when my mind drifts to the two of us
Even I can't deny how I'd love to breathe you in.
You are fascinating.
Fuming.
Fearless.
Cold, dense, brilliant and strong.
Dark and deep like a cave.
You're cool like the ocean during a hurricane.
You panic like a raft in the sea
Without a paddle, drifting
Close to shore.
How can I ask you to follow me home
And let me take care of you.
My favorite story
Who knows the ending.
Let me read in peace.
I can't deny that when my mind drifts to the two of us,
We're on an adventure
Somewhere we've never been
Without time or reason.
But that will never be.
Not as long as you sit in a fuming, fascinating
Deep, dark cave
Where I cannot come get you.

He ferociously chained himself to the wrong fence
Protesting a battle that never happened on a ground that never wept.
The fence was glad for company she kept the battle raging
The blind protester yelled and screamed and chained himself more tightly.
And the ground stained with blood of soldiers
Fruitless, scarred and dead
Watched the blind protester weep and watched the land smile at her instead.
The ******* limps towards the sea to drown before she dies.
As the land the protester missed did flee
From all the fences lies.
And weep she did the land did weep and lament the passing friend.
As the protester blindly yelled in pain until the very end.

You are standing on top of Holy ground
Because it's here that tears were seen crawling down her cheeks.
And emotions moved through her like tidal waves
Destroy simple pleasures.
Yes you are perched calmly on top of the place where her soul disappeared
Dissipated into smoke and flames
Danced towards heaven and hell with a passion unmatched by anything on earth.
Yet all you do is stand with your head down counting tiles.
Looking at the man in front of you waiting for him to move
Waiting for fifteen minutes to pass like an airplane passes through a cloud.
Waiting until you can go home to the life you've made for yourself.
You are standing on Holy ground.
Shield your eyes and take off your shoes before the power
Of the one tear shed for everything you are not.

He was writing the greatest love letter of all time
Because, he said, it was about the greatest woman to walk the Earth
And how she single-handedly melted the world and buckled knees with her stare.
Had a smile that made you feel things with senses you couldn't begin to understand.
He was writing her a love letter with words
That were the most horribly inadequate words to describe her.
Words like beautiful, special, life-changing, perfect.
The love letter he would never finish because of her brilliance.
A love letter thrown away when he saw her holding hands with a man.
And replaced with tears and floral arrangements.
The greatest love note ever written became his entire life
Left in a box
Six feet underground.

A storm to a ship is both a marvelous adventure and a cruel end of times.
And she, still six feet under, staring through the watery mirror, does not control the ocean.
But he, with his magic, shakes the earth miles beneath the surface and throws the ship to the tide.
She watches him soar with love in his eyes and believes he's passionately and desperately searching for her
With her stitched up soul and the words hanging grossly from her lips.
Hope falters as the ship sinks and he laughs.

The crew sat silently in a room with blank walls and one television playing football.
While on the other side of the universe their spouses lounged in a beige wonderland.
Who would have imagined one day the screaming would lead to betrayal of the one sense that does not exist.
She got stitches on her soul where he tore her apart, he used scissors to cut them open.
But who stands on a pedestal and lets their heart bleed out all the words they long to say?
But who cuts themselves open with a rusty knife infected with the pain of all the others,
Just to say they did it for you.
She instead watched from this beige wonderland, lounging and laughing
Her heart shrink down to the size of his. To become a pebble. Hard as a rock, small as a fly.
Crying tears to narrate the nights when even one feeling was too much for her.

Dogs say nothing
Of the nine lives of cats.
Cats only whine for food and for sleep.