8:03am
“happy valentine’s day baby”

1:26pm
“stop texting me”

3:51pm
“don’t force love”

5:57pm
“i don’t love you like i used to”

6:09pm
“we can still be friends”

she told me my writing is sad
too depressing to read
why don't i just write about happy things?

she said i write as though it's always raining outside
and i told her when it rains
it pours

and when the sun and rainbows are out
there is nothing left of my shattered soul to pour

until another rainstorm.

Melancholy spires through the clouds
Loneliness aroused
Seeing normality through furrowed brows
As we wonder how we got here
To this point of no return
With every word chosen
Someone's heart is broken
Reality is awoken
As sorrowed words are spoken

We Ache for something more
But what?
Who could say beyond the door
Of life that lies before us
At what point do we forsake trust?
At what point do we give in to lust,
Of people  places and things
Money, relationships?
It's all very tiring.


On our separate paths we chose to stray
Once together yesterday but today we're not the same
Estranged
With different eyes speculating now differing arrays
Our love on delay as we've ultimately arranged
With all the choices we have made.

Residing at depth so deep,
Encapsulated by madness,
A heart once broken heals itself.

Darkness itself has no meaning
There, where light has never been seen,
The place that hearts must go to heal.

The infinite is closer than
The distance away from sorrow
A heart must travel to be healed.

A place no love can penetrate,
Where loneliness is redundant,
Broken hearts become whole again.

In that beyond, the seconds tick,
As time, ever the master waits.
Time, immanent time, heals the heart.

To whom should I tell........
My heart is bleeding like hell.
Shattered ray of hopes,
Dark well & deep slopes.
Deserted island & empty shell,
Broken promises would never sell.
Anger, pain harder to dwell.
To whom should I tell.......
To whom should I tell.......