Life, when living in a bottle,

At times can seem quite strange,

I awake, a drink I take,

Yet always hope for change.

One day there was stillness
... Life shortly followed

you say you love
but really you lust
you say you need
but really you want

I remain silent . . .

but I'm afraid

that . . .

I have been

Silent

for so long



that I must speak on the inside

but on the inside I can only scream




These screams are so loud

it hurts

and I am afraid that

I have busted my ear drums

and can no longer hear myself anymore,

inevitably stuck in an endless silence, unaware that

I am hardly alive anymore

She cries out at night hoping for
someone to tell her it's ok.
She doesn't love him, not like she thought she would. She believed she could make herself love again.
Wrong.
She has a broken soul held together by scars.
Numb.
Longing to feel again.

In the grand scheme of life
You see me, a lost dreamer
Standing on the periphery and
Fantasizing at what might be
Genius it is to live someone else's life

Then I found him, in all his scars
He was a kind soul trapped in beauty
And I found him, oh how lovely it was
I never thought I'd be so lucky
In all my circumstances to be given
Such a beautiful man, such a warm heart

It is us, all of us, nothing but us
He shares his life with me, and I accept
If this should be true, I accept all
I will take his love in my palms,
Caress his purity and die right there
In a blanket of protection and serenity
All is not lost, just found in him.