Pieces everywhere
Take what you want
Take her smile and her laugh
Take her happiness
Hell take her sadness
Take it she is practically giving it away
So why not take it
Pieces and pieces
He has a piece
And he has a piece
So why not you take a piece
Take her kisses her hugs and her love
Her shyness her innocents
Take it piece by miserable piece
Why not take it?
She is giving it right?

We're not damaged goods
Maybe we're just lonely people

Leaves tumble to the ground,
As if surrendering.
They fall softly,
Scarcely louder than silence.
As they drift the wind decides where to take them,
It whistles and blows,
Separating clusters.
Now there is a carpet of leaves,
Laid out especially
for her.
She finds delight as they crunch under her naked feet.
Destruction pleases her.
The leaves that were once high above everything else
Are now crushed
Beneath her.
She indulges herself in the knowledge that she has reduced the highest to
Nothing.

I wake to see my tear-stained pillow.
It looks at me with pure menace,
Replicating the hatred I have for myself
For hurting you.
Last night is a blur
Of desperation,
Longing,
Conflict.
Why is it that making you happy makes me
Sad?
Last night we
Spoke about
Nothing.
But it spiralled into everything
Without any effort at all.
I am too dysfunctional to continue.
And this morning you'd written a poem
About how you're too sad to write.
Can I have damaged you that much?
That it has prevented you from
Writing?
Oh how you love to write.
It is writing that unites us.
Have I broken you
So much that the link between us is also
Broken?
My tear-stained pillow smothers me with the memories of last night.
It is over now.
I am over.
I am gone.

The crash leaves few survivors,
Sheet covered corpses
Littering the highway's shoulder,
They survived, but can they face tomorrow.

Tears waterfall down both faces.
Her hand entwined with his,
As the obstetrician lets them know the truth.
They won't ever reconcile this loss.

Her hair was lost in weeks, after her 19th birthday,
Her boyfriend weeks after that.
She would beat the diagnosis.
But would have to wait to heal from the other.

At the window he sits, a boy waiting
This makes it four hours now
Father told him he'd return tonight
As morning comes, the boy still sits, still waits

We all wait, our twisted wrecks of symmetry,
Untwisting, to get us back to normalcy.
We'll never be normal again.
But untwisting our scars, our dents, our pain,
We carry on.
We survive.

Wait don't walk away
                                        Come back around
                        One last time
                                Try to hold your ground
I don't wanna ask any more than you can offer
                    I can't take anymore anyways
                                       You're not even trying

            And I've seen you trying
         I've seen you determined
                          It lights up your eyes
Like the celestial beings binge on brilliance
      Makes your aura shine a little brighter
                                         But now You're not even trying
       Should I even be devastated ?
            Should I even feel damaged and broken ?
                         Cry you a river perhaps
         You probably wouldn't even care
It kills me to say this but
                                 I wish You were trying.

I've gone two ways.
Not left nor right.
Split me down the middle.
I'm due pride, I'm due light.

You've cut me in ways.
The night with its tallons and teeth couldn't rip clean.
You've gutted me worse than WWII infantry on the beach.
I've been here before. It's a steep road to slaughter.
Gore immune, take me to the seven hells.
You've put me through butchery, what worse could you do?
Take me back this curse you'd undo.
With it comes demon come Craine.
This heart, trust and love.
Forever to tame.