I have taught myself to believe that everything happens for a reason... how else am I supposed to cope with the endless, torturous hurt that barrels through my body day after day,
wearing down my bones the way
trains begin to wear down their tracks;
the piercing shriek of the wheels spinning against
the push of the brakes mimicking the
cry of my legs struggling to hold up the
nineteen year's worth of
trauma and heartache and exhaustion
threatening to come tumbling down onto
the tracks while my
heart is forced to stare helplessly on,
an innocent bystander
to the impending tragedy that will
forever scar her for life as she is
forced to watch me lose mine?

she didn't
stab me in the back
the way that people
have in the past.

she looked me
right in my eyes
and stabbed me
in my chest.



she didn't
backstab me.

she stabbed me
mid-sentence, when
I was still talking and
still trusting her



and then she
watched me die.

Rain drops whisper above a silent sea
Winds whistler gust notes, smells dance free
Skippin' thoughts like skipping stones
Sippin' shots of life might chill the bones
The boats unsteady, the crews unready
Swelling over the water clears many thoughts
Soft stitched, rain drenched, pinched minds collide
Side eyed peripheral glanced as ethereal eyes danced
Materials aside to not hide the soul inside
                                                          ­      Naked is the fruit
Eternal reside sparks nodes that shied
                                                           ­       Fruit seeds root
Paternal instincts say do not hide
                                                            ­          Roots shoot
In life the elements stand aside
                                                          S­prouted tree with leaves
The earth grows without me