"The wind is blowing the skirt of an Autumn tree; I flirt with destruction."
Wildfire is afoot, my lungs fill with the soot from all the burning bridges; a slow suffocation, each breath slipping into the decay. Things I lost in the fire permeate the stench of regret. The unforgotten coats the skin of air in blankets of smoke and mirrors. Reflections. | .snoitcelfeR
I Breathe in deep breaths of memories, awake in me, the only remenants of our love. It is hard to exhale. A stubborn heart, I never know when to let go. Selfishly I hold on even amidst the breaking; the fire consuming everything. I find myself content with these 3rd degree burns. The scars are reminders that I did more than dream you but you were really here.
The deliberate suicide accelerated by my will to hold onto something that is already gone; without you I die a little more inside. Fade into the nothingness, a canyon filled with the echo of the wolf's cry; brokenness.
**** this burden of love, a torch that burns me alive. Deadly poison coursing through my veins, killing me softly. I am the chainsmoker. My lungs are charchoal, a sacrafice on the alter. I don't know how to quit you, give back the feelings you gave me; the all of you that I have breathed in.
Addiction is madness. I can feel the unraveling of mind turning me into a cigarette bud, into a tray of ashes. Lost in the fray. There is a mirror in the ceiling above me, haunting reflection of the things that use to be. Of the things Ive lost you are what I desire most to find again.
I miss belonging to your lips, your hands, your heart but I mean nothing to you now. I am a promise you once made broken and unkept. Abandoned. A heart missing a piece. A mind without peace. Lonely like the stretch of sky after the sun departs before the moon arrives; the bareroot of empitness.
I am the star farthest from the moon, devastated by an ending come too soon, but soon to be reborn the morning star; one way or another Ill find my way out of this dark, the light always does....