I wish someone had taught me
how to handle all that remained from love and hate
and how to move on from feelings
when they still remain
What am I to do with it all
when burying it far down
will not solve anything
and embracing it
will only hurt more
than before
I wish someone had taught me
how to let go of all I had to move on
Now I don't know
what I should do
in order to be free
from the binds
you unknowingly hold
So tight

You are light
The sun,moon and stars
and every reason to smile

You are the warmth
Flooding through my veins
Engulfing me in the bliss
of a pure moment in time

You are love
For I knew no meaning more true to the word before you

So vivid
So real
A love I could live
eternally

The world
is a beautiful place
and I am not afraid
to die
leaving this body
In the fields of green
where blood will form one
with the rushing rivers
and steady ponds
bones will grow trees
in the ever fertile soil
and my eyes will see the world
as she ages so delicately
as I become one
with the earth
I am not afraid
of the cold hand of death
whilst the beauty that surrounds me
continues to live

May every warm smile
kind gesture
and sweet word
find its way
into the rugged pockets
of your wool coat
for every struggled step to get home
on the coldest of winter of nights

Remember all the good that has met your acquaintance
as you go about your way
Let them light your path home
Let them warm your aching body
Let them fill your heart with more love
than you could ever possibly fathom

But always leave a few left
In your back pocket
to offer to those
with darker paths
ahead

Its 3am
as I stand in the snow
watching the snowflakes come down
one by one
and all I hear
is your voice

I am my own worst enemy
for hurting you again
and nothing about that
can ever change

I stand alone shivering
I deserve no warmth
I deserve no company
Nothing can be fixed
If I am the problem

Its 3am
and I must decide
where to go
from here

I was wrong from the start
to look upon you with good will
to keep the harsh words
you left to dig into my flesh
reminding me of how cruel
the world can be
You
speaking of respect and virtue
while tearing down others
simply out of personal spite

I wonder
besides the hypocracy of it all
if now that time has passed
if you sit alone with pride
for what you do

I can guarantee the scars you left
I will carry to the grave
and one day
you will be able to tell the story
of how you killed another
on the inside
because that
is what you caused
so that must be
what you wanted.

If something can hurt me inside out
that once made me feel so happy
then it truly must have been
something wondrous

To have someone
come into my life
and make me feel so beautiful
so right
so lucky to be alive
is something that happened to me
and me alone

How lucky of me
to feel such happiness for a brief time
and maybe
if someone has loved me before
someone can love me
again

After all,
tomorrow is a new day
to live again