Touch me if you know.
Walk with me
Hand-in-hand down this
Painful, crooked path
Of denial and deception that we pace,
Always paving.

This is my solemn vow
To you, my darling:
I will break free.

Cruel expectations, my only limit,
Not enough sand
To understand why.

She said, “Come on, we won’t
need our bodies anymore.”

I want to grasp her thorny outstretched arm
With the hope for a rose,
But the blood begins to flow and
I must let go.

I wish everybody spoke a language foreign to me,
That way my understanding wouldn't be biased by words
and I would speak only with my body
and listen to the beautiful melody of tongues

Just imagine the stars

How bright they must be tonight
magnified be the teardrops
brought forth by all our pain

It's amazing how cruel life can be
how heavy her hand can feel

All we want to do is smile
but yet the teardrops fall like rain

There is no time for holding these days
nor a second for a simple kiss
just the time to stare at the moon
while crying out in vain

All we need is each other
to make it all go away
like an emotional drug
that takes away the pain

It's just so hard to keep an open heart
when the world is out to harm you

But without your gentle words
it's a struggle to stay sane

So as I roam the darkness

I'll be calling out your name

Haunting all of our demons
until they've all be slain

the stubborn silence of mountains.

You are earthen. I am fluid.

As my soft May rain
kisses the willow's leaves
before falling into your warm soil,
the sweet breath of spring
and new beginnings soothes our tired, wintry pains.

The water feeds the root.

My head upon your chest,
a cloud filled lake on a patient mountain.

Memories of our moments,
rocks on a riverbed,
worn smooth and beautiful by time and silt.

Your lava burns a path,
a fertile home
where future fields of wheat will see no tears,
before finally,
with a fiery sigh,
you come to rest in the salt of my ocean.

The ancient root drinks the timeless water.

The mountains nap. The oceans breathe.

A moment,
a look,
a hand on a leg becomes
a small stone of your love
skipped once,
twice,
threefourfive times
before settling to the bottom
among a thousand other memories
polished smooth.

The willow branches caress the shore.
The lake rests in the mountains embrace.
Rain and roots, earthworms.

At last, at last.

The hour hand's on 10.
&
The minute's on 4.

I think,
I know.

Half of me died
with you.

Way back,
when,
October nights weren't
so
******'
lonely.

Until my other half
gives in.
I'll be your;

1/2-ghost,
earth-bound.
Sun.

For the "time" being,
I'll catch you on the
astral plane.
&
I'll see you in my dreams.

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When your life line
stops running,
across your body's
support screen.

What time
will your clock
stop at?

Time doesn't exist,
I will
ALWAYS
be here.
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on mine, after what should have been
the ultimate dealbreaker.

What is it about us?
I can only speak for myself;
I can't say no to your skin
My dearest, my darkest love.

Nobody but you has seen me as exposed,
as vulnerable.
Nobody has hurt me
like you have, with surgical precision and professional detachment.

I have my transgressions. I've wounded you as well.

Yet even with fresh blood on us,  we find a warm place to quietly lick our wounds together.

I do not write to create beautiful passages for others to enjoy,
Or for you,
Or because I feel the world needs  to hear what I have to say.
The world doesn't care about me.
I write not because I think I have a shred of talent.
Not  because I think I have profound wisdom to share.
I write about dogs and ****** and drinking and ******* and loving and dying and ******* and bleeding.

I write for the same reason I love you,
I have no choice.