Distraught,
Destroyed,
Dis,
embodied.

My halls,
The walls,
my wicked falls turn'd from stone,
dissolved to nary a diffid tone thrown by ******* bones.

An amorphous form born from the aimless mourning that now has no space to face and call my own.

Telltale swarms of which I myself did warn would come,
Once and again I crumble from what once which I would succumb.

Myself. Dear. Gone.

I am,
afloat in limbo forever struck with what,
I Left only to silence my mind until once again,
I would find the cut.

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My totality revised,
Scratched through like the words unworthy.
Smoothed over the rough draft,
Autobiography progressive,
Nary writing another day's pages.

i loved you.
i wanted nothing more than to be with you,

so am i really okay breaking your heart like this?
intentionally playing the villain is just so much easier,
than having to explain a loss.

sometimes i think that i still do.

In the empty but crowded places
In the heart full of things and people
In the love that screams needs
In the darkness of lights
I hope I have that someone
in whose heart there is a special place
with whom the crowded places seems empty with just him and me
The needs of ours are fulfilled with love
And in each others happiness We are able to love our darkness too.

the clouds grow heavy
and now the rain falls softly
the animals dance

Lift the crumb-sized bit to your lips,
Hesitate until it's too late for hesitation,

Fold to tongue and absorb those tasty, harmless
Spider footprints and germatic warzones.

MorningSunDirtyDishesDwindlingFridgeOhNowTheKidsAreUpWhere'sMyAss­ignmentDueDamnThatDogWrongShoesRightShoesCan'tForgetTheLunchCarNe­edsGasLaundryLaterProfessorAssignedANOTHERPaperCoffeeBreakMyLibra­ryChairIsTakenWhyOhWhyDidIHaveToGetTheCubicleNextToTHEMStaringAtA­ScreenInsuranceCompanyCalledForgotToCheckTheWaterHeaterGottaPickU­pThatNewCoatForMySonWhyOhWhyIsTheClockSoDamnSlowManMyBackHurtsWhy­Didn'tIGetAStandingDeskIAlmostForgotOfficeHoursFINALLYTimeToClock­OutMomLookAtThisDadSheHitMeDidNotDidTooDAMNThatLaundryIForgotItOf­CourseTheProfessorWouldLeaveFiveMinutesEarlyOhGottaBuyPresentsFor­CousinStaceyOhFUCKDidYouJustSpillGrapeJuiceOverTheNewCarpetYouDid­IShouldn'tSwearAtTheKidsEvenMoreMountainsOfHomeworkNowTheBaby'sSc­reamingTheDishesAreStillDirtyHiHoneyI'mHomeCan'tTalkGottaGetDinne­rReadyLooksLikeALongNightAtTheLibraryAgainAndTheLawnNeedsToBeMowe­dGodI'mSoTired-

"Can I do that for you?"

"Here, let me take care of it."

"Don't worry honey, I took out the trash already."

Silence.
More than silence.
Space. Freedom. The radiant light crossing the distance between the worries pressing your spine and a task checked off by someone else when you weren't looking.

It is an air valve popping loose.
A throat suddenly choked up even as the tension melts away from your muscles. Sacrificial love replacing the items on your to-do list, one by one. Your mind free to think again, to live again.

An oasis in a blinding desert, planted by another person, fertilized with their perception, and watered with their care.

It's not just that a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. It's that you're now weightless.

They have shouldered your burdens with a tender smile.

They have helped you learn to fly again.