Another way
to switch this array
of limitless colors
into a sprawl of gray.
It has become enough
to see it, as it was,
with nothing but air
to provide our touch.

What were we saying
when we were surveying
the vastness of these ruins?
Fire has always been
our light, after we ignored
what it was destroying.

Fire has now brought
attention to our wounds,
before feeling the pain.

We cannot continue,
burning when we walk,
leaving ashen footprints
for ghosts to follow.

We must surrender,
believing in the end
that was always near.

We must not suffer,
after all we'll divorce.
We'll lead our sickness
to its beautiful grave.

Pain comes through
as a growing stain,
among these immaculate
puddles, where a reflection
ought to always reveal
all I've concealed.

I beg to be released,
to be understood for a wrong
I've been challenging.

I beg to be noticed
even as a ghost in your
bedroom of shadows.

An action to surrender
will continue our lesson
to always remember
that love stretches beyond
when silence falls
upon a devoted heart.

Relaying a message,
receiving failure, once more
in its futile attempt.

I've been waking up
to hear your call,
screaming in the silence,
pacing after the expression
of unmatched violence.

What can I wield,
if not a torch to illuminate
all walls in this heart?

We must believe
that nighttime is not
as divided from its partner,
unified with daylight's
immaculate garb.

We must fold
the pages of our stories
into an eternal pause,
remembering how
desertion was avoided.

We will love,
savoring the days
for their hours,
capturing our hours
for an infinity.

Contemplative, but not
reversing your unkind
direction, back into
salvation's representation.

You wither, while you
are nourished from rain,
stamping your retreat
in countless footprints.

Will you ever rephrase
how you've demonstrated
your desire to seal
all that's been revealed?

You see in one direction,
noticing a glimmer, in vanity.
You lock your words
upon deceit's grave comfort.
You've smelled the iron
coming from blooming wounds,

but nothing keeps you
from surrendering this disguise.

Nothing keeps you
from embracing a falsehood.
In the other direction,
you've walked a long line,

but has it distracted you
from where you never shine?

Being repulsed,
vowing words of silver,
to be sculpted
in different ways,

but nothing keeps you
from cornering your uncertainty.

No one else can breathe
for you, while you are
bleeding before everyone.