You asked me to do the impossible.
You asked me to let you go.
I couldn’t do it because…
Because I thought you were…
Perfect and beautiful,
Not only on the outside,
But all the way through.
I did what you asked…
I tried to let you go,
But every relationship comes back to you.
I can’t keep walking,
Acting like nothing’s wrong,
With a hole where my heart was.
All I ask is for one more chance,
Because I can’t do the…
Impossible.

She lays on the grass.
Green and flowing through the wind.
Her hair blacker than death.
Her gown silk, whiter than God's light, ending with lace at lower thighs.
Her skin very pail.
Her smile happier than a child on Christmas.
Blue eyes sparkling, reflecting the stars above her.
Her feet grasping the rich soil beneath the grass.
The cliff has the water of war, battling the soil that creates the lift of eternity.
Her skin very pail.
Full moon floating the the Navy Blue sky.
She lay free.
Freedom released.

her eyes were the ocean:
deep and blue,
hidden by tears.

you tried to help,
you asked her
"what's wrong?"
"nothing, just tired,"
was what she had said.

but despite her words
you knew there was more;
something deeply hidden
in the depths of the ocean,
of the saltiness of
the gentle sea.

there was a battle
going on inside of her,
tearing at her rib cage,
paralyzingly her soul

but she wouldn't let you in;
her walls were too high.

inside she was
b r o k e n
a powerful sea of emotions,
but outside she was
s m i l i n g,
just what you knew
you wanted to see


a.m.