Every time I talk to you my heart breaks a little more
I didn’t know that was possible
you have broken it so many times before
with your words, and your actions, and your back as it walked away from me
I try not to talk to you, but I just can’t seem to let it be
I look for a sign in between your words and make up story lines in my head
But in the end, nothing really matters, what was once between us, is now dead

Nothing is as beautiful as the transformation of the human face.
The journey of a smile as it licks at the lips and dances into the eyes.
The adventure of laughter as it opens the mouth and tickles the throat.
The reclusiveness of sadness as it travels down the cheeks and wets them with tears.
The intensity of concentration as it furrows the brow and quickens the breath.
The turmoil of fear as it flares the nostrils and grinds the teeth.
The restfulness of sleep as it closes the eyelids and brings relief.

Sorrow found me, he found me in my bed, he came in through my heart, and lodged there in my head.
He was rather rude you see, he didn’t ask if he could stay, he told me that recent circumstances had lead him straight this way.
"What ever do you mean" I said, and he pointed to my heart, "It’s broken into pieces, you’ve all but fallen apart."
At this I exclaimed, and looked down at my chest, he was right, my heart, it was a complete mess.
I stood back for a moment and wondered what to do, sorrow looked at me bleakly, and said as if on cue.
"There’s nothing that can be done here, I’m telling you all is lost, you better make some room, because I’m staying at all cost."
With that I shook my head, and realised with a start, that sorrow was but an illusion, and I alone had the power to fix my heart.

I see my soul dancing naked in a pit of burning embers.
She is on fire, and she is laughing and twirling engulfed in beautiful flame.
She dances mostly alone.
Sometimes another soul will come along and dance with her.
They will stay for a while, and then they will leave.
The fire is too hot for them, and they tire easily.
Then one day a soul comes along who is made entirely of water.
He is her opposite in every way.
He dances with her and enjoys the heat of her fire, for he has the power to keep himself cool.
He never tires of their dancing for she is so different to him, and he is transfixed by her uniqueness.
She in turn is in awe of his fluid motion, and the coolness he conveys.
One day they decide to embrace each other.
A merging of fire and water.
They touch each other for the first time.
They fill each other and synchronise in perfect harmony.
They both wonder aloud how they had ever been separate, for now that they were together, they would never dance alone again.

Sometimes it just hurts, hurts for no reason at all.
Deep inside the pain is triumphant.
Emotions all askew.
I cry for no reason.
I see the world through opaque tear spattered eyes.
The pain is unbearable, it makes me sick.
I want to hurt myself, pull out the anger, and the hope, and the broken pieces.
They stick to my hands like glue, tearing at my flesh and making their way back inside.
They bury deep, deep into a place where no light reaches, a place where there is no warmth.
It is still and cold, and although they are there, I am empty.

I would give anything to feel your lips on my lips, tongue in my mouth, hips against hips.
I would give anything to wake up with my head on your chest, i’m in love with you, in case you hadn’t guessed.
I would give anything to know that you’re waiting for me when I get home, to not have to hop into a cold empty bed, to not have to be alone.
I would give anything to ask you stay, tell you not to go, not to let you get away.
I would give anything to see you again, it wouldn’t matter, lover, enemy or friend.
I would give anything to turn back time, to appreciate you more, especially when you were mine.

There she stands in the darkness, shadows in her hands, wondering, waiting, watching.
She hears her name on the breeze when usually she hears nothing.
Hesitant at first she stops, blinks, stares, breaths.
Scared of being broken she steps forward slowly, shadows drop to the floor.
Head low, heavy, eyes closed tight.
With every step a piece of her falls silently to the ground.
A mirror stands before her, she opens her eyes but doesn’t recognise her reflection.
She starts to spin, growing dizzy, craving light.
Stop, stagger, makes it feel better for just a second, then back to the darkness.
Shadows float silently back into her palms.