Tell the truth about the way we loved.
Savagely
Fervidly
Passionately
Wildy
We burned down the walls of our own bedroom
We gave the stars a show
The shore something to grab hold of...
We were endless
Brilliant in our together
Innovators in our type of beautiful.
We inspired...
Men to love women whose mind's were worth
kneeling for,
And women who loved men with respect worth
submitting to...
Tell them how we loved
Tell them
Their was love
in the  way our feet moved
in relation to the other
The way our eyes danced through
all of these people
Till their was something worth settling on...
For me it was you...
For you it will forever be me...
I will tell them...
because sometimes the things that burn
the brightest tend to leave one breathless...
In a world so self contained...
We could not burn down these walls for our beautiful...

Hair as wild as the Amazon                 Hair crazy and wild
  holding secrets I do not                 that tickles me when we
   wish to know                                  sleep in a drunken haze
                                                            ­               on a tiny bed

   Eyes that scream an                   Eyes colored and different
   intensity I do not                                   that see through the
   wish to pierce me                       smokescreen of my words
                                                           ­                   of deception

Voice as deep                                 Voice that calls me back
as the Mariana trench                       to a place of sanity
  I do not wish to hear                            caressing me to                                     at 4 am                                                    comfort   

Heart tender undercooked flesh           Heart as big as the
  I do not wish to see tear                   population of india
                                                     loving my scars and bruises
                                                         ­       unconditionally

      Keep away .                *Please stay, just one more day.

When you are sitting all alone in
the dark with a broken heart,
You Matter.

When you are ignored by the cool
kids in class for your weirdness,
You Matter.

When you sing songs of love which
fall on deaf ears,
You Matter.

When you are made fun of by those
who see to have it all,
You Matter.

When every single thing in your life
is messed up,
You Matter.

You matter to someone,
You matter to me.

Will I ever be strong enough to not cry?
Why does this foolish heart of mine forgive so easily?
Why can't I just stew in my hate for them?
Wouldn't it be easier that way?
Wouldn't hate reduce every opportunity they get to hurt me?
How can I still love them?
Even after every cruel word and blow they dish out?
Would being an orphan have been any different?
How can you miss that which you never had?
Wouldn't my heart be guarded from the betrayal of my own blood?
What did I ever do to be treated in such hurtful ways?

But a mother is supposed to love and support their child no matter what, Isn't she??
Why doesn't mine be there for me??
Does she not love me??

I loved you for every reason one shouldn’t fall in love.

Every word, every action you lashed out forced my heart to long for you even more.

It never was a conventional love filled with dreams and hopes for a better tomorrow.

Rather it was a love of the fallen clinging desperately onto the failed perception of him.

Days and weeks whooshed by in a storm stinging my skin with subtle reminders of your betrayal.

Yet I clung onto a moment of the past and loved you even more.

Brutal words raining down like piercing knives made no difference.

The mistakes, the faults, the cruelty; I loved these more than the possible beauty you could have been.

This never was a love of lovers set to last an eternity.

It was a pained love meant to cease one way or another.

This love of madness and stupidity would soon leave this tortured body.

Leaving it cleansed and pure of all the pain it caused.

It was and always would be a selfish love never meant to be returned.

Just meant to heal and strengthen the once wrecked soul.

And if by a sick twist of fate you could turn around and love me, you would have to let go.

I’d kiss you chastely on those childlike lips that have felt countless many and walk away.

You would finally be whole with the knowledge that that mess of feelings and actions had a purpose.

Walking down your own set path as I on mine you would smile at the glimmering hope of a future of honest love promised to you.