Abandoned
left by the
road, my
love tied
to a lamp
post, its better off alone..

Love is
hard, but
the loss
of love, is
hardest on the heart...

because I was young
and beautiful
I thought I was
something;

boys lusted
girls admired
I had fun until
I grew tired

a wise old lady
with a smirk on her wrinkled face
pulled me aside
and put me in my place

she told me I was nothing without love
so I got out of her grandson's bed
to avoid tears;
I titled my head

when I came up there it was;
hoovering above
I realized, everything is nothing
until it finds love.

Not a flinch
Nor a word screamed
But the red stained carpet,
Matches the covered wrist

Blade thinning
Blood thickens
Deep breath and slight sigh

Blunt.
Sharp.
Neither will stop the urge
Nor will the screams for help

Scars heal
Memories dont
Memories wont...

It may be in error,
but it's in
the air

in my daring,
smelling
of her
hair

and still of no detriment,

to my caring for her glare,
when she caught me there,
eyes closed,
sniffing her
clothes

unaware

as to her presence,
her elegance,
her observational,
lingering

through her fare

Unhindering my endearing,
to her scent,
in exemption,

as she's staring
unto my intent'
and simply
smiling

She, the beautiful mess,
in a light sweat,
on a peach
blessed
with
beautiful flesh,

as her alluring
scent,

took me
where i haven't been

yet

And
I'm

staying.

It's here
Here in the moment

staring into that screen

tap it out
spill it now

immediately

Don't let it go
nor let it know

you're recording

but absord it
and store it in

formlessly

Let it fill your glands
your heart, your blood
then hands

but give it room
to breathe

Can't want
can't crave

can't cave to need

can't break
nor take the dream

can't take it

where it doesn't
want to be

You'll get it
where it's going
eventually

just allow it to be

Ten too many
and babbling