Hold me like Im still alive, and not the shell of the woman who died; a moment not yet condemned to memory. At least pretend, for the night, we're still in love; all is not lost.Hold me like a comma, like this is not the end of us. Hold me like there is tomorrow, the sunrise you look forward to. Hold me like the sea, deep, in your heart. Hold me like a piece of you was misssing before me, and will be, without me. Hold me like I hold you, like the air in my lungs, like you need me to breathe, and losing me would **** you, to breathe. Hold me like you're all in, you dont want to lose me. Hold me like an inescapable feeling, something you can't let go. Just. Hold. Me.

Cold blade
of rain
cuts trees
down to
white meat
Bone chilled
branches
break off
into wisps
of lonely
twigs
discarded
homeless

a crack in the sky

I lean the eye into
the puncture of light

for closure
of heartbreak's wound
supernatural healing

Moonlight
crawling out of
the sea,

we are
no longer
inseperable.

One
now two
torn,

forlorn
yet half my heart
yearns for you.

The other part rebels.

There is
no unfeeling
your touch,

no way
to unhear
your voice.

You are an echo,
unforgettable,
part of me.

Your parting gift
was an exit wound,
a way back in

through the time machine,
reflected moments,
good memories.

In a way
I guess you'll always be
a stubborn itch beneath my skin.

A whisper lost to ear
that travels often to heart
persuading me to love you,

or keep fighting like hell to let you go.

Decision's tree,
to be falling branches
or growing roots;

thrive or decay.

To hold on
or to let go of you,
both seem impossible

to choose and to do.

I can see the scar tissue
the parts of you that hurt the most
I kiss those places
those tender wounds that ache
love you more each day

The sunrays
are coming out to play,
but I am stuck here
in this deserted place,
where the clouds never slumber,
it only rains,
keeping the light at bay.

I am a flower
in decay.
The concrete keeps
the sun away.
I have no nourishment
left to bloom.
A prisoner in every room,
every wall painted
the shade of gloom;
empty
with need to be filled
of hope.
But...
I am not void of will,
a seedling,
I will one day outgrow
this shield
and you will see me fly
into the glorious light.
So it is
with sullen bones,
a body depressed
and yearning
to be lifted,
I will press my palms
to the ground,
push myself up
to rise;
a butterfly
out of her dark cocoon.
I will free the light,
exhale my plights;
because I...
am stronger than that
which seeks to break me.
I am stronger
and I will conquer all
that seeks to defeat me,
paint every wall red,
the color of life;
survival.

The sun rays
are coming out to play;
me too.

so many grey days
I feel lost in the shadows
if but for your light
a bright sliver of moonbeam
breaking free the dark