what does not give enough,
has no return value,
n I worthless......

locked in prisons of my own making,
arms crossed,
I defy my love.....

I do not sing....
I do not write....
I sit n rot with the other fruits
collecting flys.....

sometimes,,,,,,
I feel myself....
reaching........
searching......
finding ............
holding............
n keeping............

things that would be better released......
thinking
that which does not give....
has no return value......

Soulmates....do not end
Breathless wordless
Cold

That is how he left me

He was my mountain
But I am alone in the river again

My thoughts beating against the rocks of my mind

My hearts painful wailing against my ribcage

A last hug goodbye

The aching scream of silence

Raging storms of knowing

Why do i test myself thus
Why must I always dip a toe N the water
N believe such sweet tongues

Words are evreything
Words n emotions
N now I trust neither

Snakes twisting about
Ready to strike

Passion is a sea I am drowning in
I am dying in it
Choking n spitting out parts of myself
That should remain against the cool dark bottom

I gave you my breath

You were my sun...my shield...my protection


Or so you said
While holding me under.