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Committed faith in true...
Would've always been good to you.
The saddest part...
The surface was never even considered scratched.
Another bad dream...
The five of us were at Disneyland.
You waved your arms.
And...
I put aside my life.
Darkest embrace.
Ambient splendor.
Near.
Storm and soothe.
Engaging junctures.
In my last breath...
May stop to think of you.
Every "red flag" was there...
Chose to press on instead.
Questions asked.
Never answered.
Shut down...
Common sense;
Sheds light.
Respectfully;
Once your bed...
Never for; or with,
Another individual.
XV.
XV.
True Tone...
Hue of honesty.

Do you remember the changes;
The experience that may of altered time of life.

The mention of crashing relationships...
You were too sweet. How did they not like you?

You could not know me;
Let alone save me.

With a firm fist... (Left arm of course, you slammed the gavel.)
You judged. You executed.

The health and well being of my spirit;
completely separate from all actual medical ailments.

You kept to your timeline... Didn't care for my respect.
I'd still think about meeting you in person. Even on this day.
Good reasons.
Are there?
Ever...
Really?

Meet me at the border.
I'll bring the tacos.
You drive.
Pause.
Hang my head.
Moments of silence...
The screams. Your voice. My name.
The company. It is you.
Sat and slept side by side.
So many miles.
Days uncertain...
Thought I smelled you in the sheets.
Found a lavender wrinkle thingy in the blankets.

Do you still dream in color?
Hopes of bright imagery?

Every message; always conveyed something.
You gave your time...
Did you use it wisely?

Was more than a quota...

Do you have less stress?
Is there more meaning or memory?

Life is serious.
Forget wading; swim.
Could we be in person?
As a gentleman, I do not ask for more.
Maybe I should?
Respectful always of the reciprocation...
Until, it's not there.

Hiding.
Vanished.
Trick.
Joke.

So little. Always seemed so much.
Quantitative amount; or because it was coming from you.
This connection. You were attached.
How did I offer more???

Gentlemen.
Play; and keep.
Even.
Score.
XX.
**.
Unveiling or unraveling?
The "Artist" to be.
Material on hand...
"Dramatic" is the disease.
Keep hold of the craft.
Not all in the spotlight shine strongly.
It reads grey, but color is there in the stitches.
Hug... Add that contentment. Goodness.
Those phrases that you spoke...
Haunt hardened.
Ingrained, interrupt, and impale... Can not fix this.

In it's own format.
Outside the box.
Great wonder.
Any mention of a Rose.
The light.

Of course; the "*****" within.

The departure of your mouth left me missing your smile.
There is little passion or sunshine in the absence.
My ears do rest; though sweet whispers reside.
Shared; sparks another...
Light play in the trusted clouds shadowed the ocean view.
Did you see all as well?
The counseling courtship...
Full appreciation.
Motivational and soothing dynamic.
How hard to help ourselves?
The s'mores are done...
Bite in. Adore the marvel.
Burnt consistency...
Nothing at all predetermined.
Run wild.
Frolic.
I TAKE YOU AS YOU ARE.

Wish that was the case...
Who was I?
What was I not?

(until the end)

Substitute; a stand-in...
Will you come clean?
Can you tolerate the truth?

(no option, but to defend)

Certainly; it didn't start of mal...
Did you find it?
Get what you need?

(you broke me well; at this point, assumed trend)

TOOK YOU THIS FAR.
Twice she wrote.
Too much. Too late.
I wanted more.
At every new dawn...
You made me doubt my worth.
We should've had an epic ending...
What the hell happened?
Every time you cry...
My soul aches; and heart hurts.
No apologies intended...
Did only say, "I don't hate you".
Once again; you construct a different truth or what you wanted to hear.
Don't comprehend connotation of song?
Please sing to me never...
Your empty vows...
Worst promises ever known to my ears.
Would of experienced more...
Compensating a *******;
To make LOVE.
Companion, partner, lover, best-friend...
Didn't sacrifice; for a distant roommate.
Why the gift?
After all passed...
To cut my wrists?
My angry words were too much?
Could have used additional...
Really tried to carry your unhappiness...
My back was out.
Wish to hell...
I didn't memorize.
In softest of light.
Am my own measure; and...
Will not compete against ghosts.
Only because I am still haunted, but no longer afraid. ~ Me. (10w)
Twenty minutes fantasy.
Two hours passionate.
Either would've been everything...
Waiting to heal.
Caught a glimpse...
Sentenced to this cell.

— The End —