I gave  you my hand and hopes of something  great. They say it all starts with a seed . You walked past with no care. days and years  go by with no hello or a goodbye. We walk the floor as we pass each other in my heart you will never know me. You think  u see me but  only image you wanted see. A smile but masked by smoke that is around  you. I rather keep moving forward  bc sometimes a tree can't  grow with no love

Life will break you
In chunks so little
That you will know
Sometimes it is best
To leave some back

A fire was started with your betrayal...
You loved me like Heaven but put me thru Hell!
Now all these walls come crumbling down...
I walked away but I turned around.
And saw

Our Empire, it burns. It's glow and mistakes made light my way.
Finally I've learned and know; that this life I leave is not a life for me.

You say I left you broken and cold...
You wish my arms were yours to hold.
Ha. Baby, we've been down this road.
I've just gotta find one of my own.
Because

Our Empire, it burns! It's glow and mistakes made light my way.
Finally I've learned and know; this life I leave is NOT a life for me!

This has become the home stretch of one of the longest games you’ve ever played. The ball is my heart, and the bat you call your hands have squeezed every last game out of me.
I am worn out.
But I can make new flesh from this lesson you’ve taught me, and I will no longer need to miss you to feel alive.
I will no longer need to break my own heart by watching you channel the energies I bonded with chemically to another person just so I can feel something.
I will no longer find myself laying in bed at 3 am half asleep and expecting you to be doing the same and thinking “I ****** up, I need her.”
You did **** up, you do need me, but you don’t deserve the love I have to give.
The love that could have taught you how to swim, helped you gather the courage to face your families judgements, helped you graduate and make something of yourself just by showing you how much I believed in you.
I am making new flesh, shiny, durable flesh that you can no longer attach to, the port you used to own here is closed forever. Sealed off by respect for myself, by my family, by the thousands of other ports I opened when I was broken. You are no longer a relevant place for me to charge myself.

I suppose my final thought is as follows,

I do not regret you, your love taught me that there can be love, there can be a light that resonates within two hearts at the same time that can burn you if it’s squeezed by too much pressure.
That the light can die in one person and not another and the pain that person feels is because they are missing some of their light, and darkness is what actually burns.
That the light within me can be touched by others, and some of them can dim me, while others can enlighten me and make the light grow so big I have to share it with others. Babies can help grow the light inside you exponentially with their smell and soft new skin, similar to the new skin I have created for myself.
I will always, without a doubt in my mind, remember all that we’ve done, all that we promised we would do, all that we never got a chance to do that became frozen in time like pictures lost in a blazing fire.
I will love you forever, but you can no longer stay. You can no longer travel through the realms of my mind, and taint my memories with pain.

You cannot spill paint on my poetry.

You cannot exist here anymore.

This is your finale my love, it's time you take your bow.

Don’t touch me.
I don’t know you,
A stranger to me,
I don’t allow you.
You smiled at me
From across the place.
In this noisy nightclub
You’re just a face.

You might be a cook
Or maybe a movie star.
I don’t know you at all.
I don’t know who you are.
You don’t have permission
To put your hands on me
And treat me like someone
Who is desperate and ******.

I totally understand
The way things are today.
After all I’m in this bar;
It’s like I seem to say
I’m one of those types
You take home for some fun.
That might be what you think
But I am simply not that one.

You see, all I can go on
Is a matter of your looks
And I am not a psychic
To tell angels from crooks.
So, thank you for your offer,
But I am going to pass.
I turned you down even though
You patted me on my ***.

I won’t woke up tomorrow
Full of sorrow and regret.
I won’t be the conquest
You will quickly forget.
I’ll be the one who has
Taken the time to say
I understand your game
But, I don’t want to play.

I have a vast amount of things to put behind me
But never will i forget any of them
The projector screen is at the corner of my vision
There to remind me just in case
Something comes up similar to the past mistakes
I have no intention of repeating them.

Ours is a tale not meant for the telling.
No warnings or heedings need be passed on.
Ours is a story just meant for the living
And letting go into the forgotten history of humanity.

And yet I have each letter, each note, as keepsake;
To what end, I still haven't figured out.
I wish I could forget you
Like you've so easily forgotten me,
But my memory was always that much better--
Your external hard drive you called me--
Now my blessing to curse has turned.

Except, even without the physical mementos,
I would still be able to close my eyes and
See my hand reach out to that one errant lock of hair,
Hear your boisterous unbridled mirthful laughter,
Taste the savory meal your willing hands prepared,
And bask in the leftover glow of a lost true love.

With my eyes closed, we still exist.
With my eyes closed, we always exist.

But my eyes can't stay closed forever.
I have to open them now.
And I hope that when I do,
I'll hate myself a little less for ever loving you.

As I walk I hear no fear,
With shed of vibrant crimson tear.

Meld by star dust of emotion,
Past physical motion lead to inner devotion.

As I talk with clear seared images of past path,
I must gear towards the journey unprepared wrath,
Like unknown scribe of the oracle tongue proclaiming like math.

This pull of gravitation, desire permeating relentless stride,
Without hesitation, fire within acclimating to her side!

Nothing shall stand in it's footing,
like marble bounce on a wall to other marble,
Like the losing of personal marbles dropping all senses,
For each thud of heart pounding in her presence marveling,
Holding composure, keeping things real, but soothed by her tongue.

It's a Pinot noir, Sauvignon blanc, Chardonnay upon the lips,
With her taste, with her lips, with all things she eclipse!
Equal to none, compared none, pedestal she stands upon.
As I held my hands holding her throne,
more precious than jewel of zircon,
But like a *****, all things are bygone and all things are done.

All things are full circle of celestial plane,
Finding my path and it's proper lane,
Because not even love is all but insane,
The inner bane of humans pain,
And due time things all wane.

For all things coming into full circle,
With shed of vibrant crimson tear,
As I walk in this journey, I hear no fear!