White paint peels off to leave the walls bare,
naked and exposed to
elements.
Much like her soul.
Starved of love and affection,
accepted but not wanted.
Tolerated.
The sun casts her shadows on those
she frowns upon,
leaving winding roads to spiral out of control.
Time shifts her world from
it's axis as it progresses,
it doesn't heal,
it doesn't lessen,
It just is.
Echoes of your voice ricochets
to find her heart,
carrying the exact weight they
did the second they fled your tongue,
never shedding an ounce of momentum

"The waves of pain
that had only lapped at her
before now
reared up high and pulled her under .."

I'm standing at a crossroad
I've stood somewhere similar before
But never one of this magnitude
Like staring death in the eye.

I've always been the kind of man to die alone
I love them but they'd leave me
So I'm touched by nothing anymore
A stonewall of a man.

I'm broken and tired
It's hard to have faith in someone
When you've been loyal to no one but yourself
A rogue knight in a chess game.

I'm standing again in a meeting of choices
Option like poison that all take me a different way
But inevitably to the same place
Or close enough.

I'm taking my time this time
Time that I don't have to think
Love one way
Happiness another
And finally Freedom
Each as caustic as the last

Love.
A poison but a **** good
The ******* of my options

Happiness.
Butterflies and rainbows
or really violence and ***** for me
a lovely ******

Freedom.
My own life of my choices
No tether or chain
A free floating **** in the air.

They all sound as good as the last.
But I'm stuck here.
I
Am
Lost
And
I
Will
Have
To
Lose
Myself
More

I'm standing at a crossroad
I'm lost and broken

I'm standing at a crossroad
a man with nothing to lose

I'm standing at a crossroad.
I pick that one.

I'm leaving a crossroad
alone and broken

I'm lost but hopeful
To the future I walk

You mold me like plaster
in the tight grip of your
chiseled hands

from working out in fields,
fixing all those cars
and every song you've ever played
has made those hands

driving yourself to hell knows where
taking a buzzer to your hair
and all the shots, drugs cut and rolled
have engraved those hands

and now,
here sits she
he thinks she's an angel
her eyes like the sea
voice like a dove
in which she craves
he's learned to love

he picks her up slowly
holds her warm and safe
until springtime slowly makes her way
her heart, a delicate beat
softly saying

I am privileged to be held by such hands.

**** never works for me
I'd much prefer
a detailed paragraph
something of raw passion, vivid words..
of exactly what you'd do to me

satisfy me with a tease