Pale moonlight flooded through the narrow slits of the draping blinds
Casting an eerie light on the surrounding room
Our chests raised in unison
We truly were connected

Her heavy head
Weighted with all the burdens of a child
Forced to grow up too fast
Fitted into the mold on my chest

Her breathing slow and steady
A polar opposite
to the preceding nights activities
She looked so peaceful

Strange how such peace and purity
Like still moonlight
Can cover the welling inside
of a fiery furnace building, ready to erupt

For with each turn of that moon
That peace and passion
That abundance of love, joy and giving
Too had turned

I hated her  

Strange how little things you love
Like the twinkle in her eye or the way her hair falls in her face
Can be so beautiful
Yet....

How was she so coy?
Did she not feel the turbulence
The red hot searing fire furnace tearing me apart
As i wanted to see the light flood out of her eyes

Desperate

But she looked so peaceful

I wanted to tear it all apart
To rip our souls in half
and dim the dreary burden of her faltering light
Or was i just being selfish?

They say you can only love others
As much as you love yourself
I didn't love her
So what did that say about myself?

She gave and gave and gave
Kindness, love and respect
I begrudgingly took it
Without the slightest bit of remorse

I again felt her head on my rising chest
I could never tell her
I closed my eyes and tried to lay my mind to rest
Maybe tomorrow will be better...

*It never was