Loving you with all the doubts that I wouldn't be able to see your empowering love and yet I'm left in this silence to soak. I've only dreamed of the remaining days to escape this casket world in hope that I'll make forth your happiness and desires. I'm now under the passing grey clouds. Taking my breath away for Gods sake you've done well; my heart is puncture by all the tiny things that are actually big now. I've only seen the the brightness in you that caused me to only hold memories of every shared experience in your light while I stayed awake in dark. My mind is poisoned by your willingness to despair, to escape, to challenge love, and to not form our our reality together. I'm too insane to actually consider that I wasn't sane in your bubbled world; where time appeared in your favor to break me in the half's that couldn't be seen by the naked eyes. You've pulled me away from death to make me live once more; the scenes that were repeated in my world kept me uplifted to a better thought that I'll approach my wish to be loved once in my life. I'm not ashamed to admit that I was captured by your faded personality; smiles that that cried sadness and pain, touches from you that felt like somebody needed to be touched with love, eye's that showed a soul escaping from it's flesh, and ears that needed to hear these words; " I love you ". Your blessing birth and existence I couldn't have been more happy to have met in the ages of darkness in my life. These approaching mornings I'll wake-up not aside you but in the emptiness of space where I'll picture your frame as if it was traced with burning charcoal. The timing on life is too hard to keep up with knowing that I'll be left in the middle of a blackhole only wanting to go back in time to relive those moments with you, those moments I've left my world to enter yours to be apart of you. My steps have became silent. I'm walking in the fog in prayer that I'll find my way back to you, I'm stumbling with glass shardes in my feet. My blood becoming thin as my heart give out to pump recycled blood with imprinted words; " I don't want to give up on you". Don't see me out the door. If all was done over again I'll only want you to open the door to allow me to step foot in your heart resumbling how things were before the bulb lost it's light. Age will beat me without hesitation and love will have it's calendar being missed. My soul will grow weak towards it's inevitable path. The winter breeze upon my heart will **** me off before my due date, a day and a date that I'll tell you; "I miss you, I miss your light in my life". I'm bottled by the shouting emptiness I'm bottled by the feeling of love I'm bottled by you.

By: Leory Santana Dawn