you make my fingers shiny

I gave you all I had.

When you were sad, I gave you my happiness. When you were weak, I gave you my strength. When you had nobody, I was your friend. When you were unloved, I loved you. Not a single 'thanks' was even said through your mouth.

Now that you have everything I have given, I have nothing. I became nothing. So, you go to other people to enjoy life, be free, give them what you have, and suddenly, they ruin you. Then, you come to me asking for help. And I reply, "I gave you all I had."

Lillies bloomed from her irises
And her fingers sprouted minuscule green shoots
Climbing the earth like how I dreamed of climbing you
And nestling beneath the warm humming of your blood
A passage into a quiet meditation room
Spiritually feeling my arms inside crevices that I have yet to find
Yet to feast eyes.
Flowers bloom from feet, roots cascade into a woven basket where we both might lie

Why is there a good
in goodbye?
Because there's always a reason behind one.
Everyone will ask you why,
and all you can say is babe,
you don't see things from my perspective.
I could leave,
but never without a reason
Don't hurt me,
don't use me,
don't bother me,
don't come to me crying at 1 a.m
because she isn't me
and I won't leave
there's plenty of reason
reason that you will never see,
because you can't see through my eyes
and I don't have to explain a **** thing to you
I'm not obligated
There's a reason there's a good in goodbye babe
you'll just never see them

Just because I cannot sleep
does not mean I cannot dream.
In fact, I have nightmares
everyday.

Broken.
Shards of transparent hopes lay lifeless on the floor before me.
My wounded tears taint them so.
They dare not to come any closer.
Red.
The sweet thick, crimson liquid running in my veins induces fear into the demons that haunt me.
It is holy. It is not my own.
The fruits of a selfless sacrifice.
Cry.
For tears that crack themselves on lifeless dreams are worth spilling. drown visions in mirror liquid to add harmony and color to the pain that is life.
Rebuild.
Fall like stone that has been bruised for the sake of the builder.
Make a new self among the thorns that lay by the new creation.
Never let go.
My broken,
my beautiful,
my love.