I'm tired of this fake reality
everyone wearing a
mask to show they are perfect

I miss the vulnerability
raw
unfiltered
real
authenticity

where did that go?

We have become

Robots in disguise

don't let them back in
unless you're sure

isn't that such an obvious act
just not for me
i let him back in
and fooled myself again
but seriously
how can someone be such a fool
accepting such empty words
i am the fool
please help me
walk away
for this person continues to **** out
any joy that is left.
for i build
and he robs
for i trust
and he breaks
for i create space
and he clutters
when
when
will i learn

and so it begins
a possible new journey

it was days building up
to the last of the last
nights we spend together
all the joys and tears
left to linger in our memories
my heart is confused
how can it change?
where before I couldn't imagine
a life without you

now,
I am not so sure.

Shed light

                  in your dark attic

the demons
the jokers
the fools
the pains
the misery
the struggles

they look for dark corners
to hide their face

you

shed light in your dark attic

no space for darkness
they cannot hide

when there is light.

And so one day we met and you let me into your garden
   you showed me all your flowers
   we watered them together
         some you resisted
         some you openly accepted
Even the flowers you didn't notice initially
  you let us water them
  you had the courage to take out the wretched weeds
                  they were taking over some of the other plants, anyway

You cleared space
        gentle countenance, planted new beginnings
Some weeds grew back
           this time you wore special gloves to remove them
           you didn't get gashed like before
           you were even gracious to the weeds
You honoured their growth
knew
the time ensued for their parting
for if not they would usurp
                         enshroud

You watered and watered
Your flowers expanded
          radiated
unearthed their redolence

Became the gardener
Celebrated the seasons it took to uncover the contours of
                     gardening

Your garden
                                                inflorescence
Maintained

Now your resting place
not a menacing thicket

Your refuge
alcove