I was once d free one, until we met,
True as I believe, Valid as I accent
I thought I was happy, but then, 
You became my source of happiness, 

What is touch 
When it cannot be felt 
Voices if they cannot be heard
Words if they cannot be said,
Reality is as real as I see‎, At your simple touch I melt,

Each time yu came close, I could feel my PULSE, Even at my feet
This feeling called LOVE, I wish its everlasting
Bt then you disappeared,
Like the wind carried you along,
Far out of my reach, for you ran out of touch,

I could feel my heart was crushed
I've chosen to b lonely this once,
I've chosen a distinct and separate world,
And now that you left, I am no longer the free one
For I am OUT of TOUCH!

Another day, another night.
Life is the battle and I’m losing the fight.
The world keeps spinning but the color is gone.
29 years feels far too long.

I’m not who I wanted to be,
I don’t even know who I am.
I wake up feeling empty
And see a reflection I can’t stand.

I only have one purpose.
To care for my son.
I’m a mother at the surface,
But inside I’m undone.

The devils at my door
He’s been knocking for years.
The loneliness I abhor
Well, it never disappears.

“I’m doing good, how’s yourself?”
What really can I say?
I’m too scared to ask for help.
I don’t want to be this way.

“Someone please love me!!”
I scream in my mind.
I’m in pain and need saving.
I’m a failure by design.

“Life is what you make it”
They tell you when you’re young.
But love will leave you naked,
With a bitterness on your tongue.

Well the show must go on,
Check your baggage to the side.
It’s Easier said than donee ,
When you no longer feel alive.

All of those cracks and chips
They intrigue me so

Tell me the stories of your scars
What caused those tear stains

Who broke you so beautifully?
I have to know because I care

You are a masterpiece
Don’t listen to anyone else

She was flawed, completely; but not in the way she thought.

She was flawed in the way an artist ruins a white canvas with a beautifully colored sunset.

she was damaged, in the way the night sky is broken by the dawn

I hide my lacerating dreams
maps form then fall.
Little fingers tangle neurons
tugging at timid gazes and lore.

I plant thorns on your mouth
pretend it to be a rose .
Your shadow passes
a neophyte’s ashes blowing in the wind.

I build a pyre for each encounter
stripping my body fictitious sins.
I turn my back to the heat
a stranger devouring her soul.

Invisible now, I step out
consecrated tombs stand where I once stood.
I stare at prophetic torture fields
and listen to the howling of memory.

I scatter words to thaw out the void
love letters inscribed in blood.
They settle on a crater or two
A still born silence and frozen sap.

But cascading noise drown these verses
made from doubt in silk threads.
Lean sentences gone terribly wrong
On the beaten road to hell.

As a cookie
I crumble, easily
As an orange
Squeeze me , tears will shed
As the deep blue sea
Tranquil, yet slowly damaged