He was trying to ween off drugs…
I was trying to ween off him…

His heart was turning to stone…
My heart wouldn’t stop bleeding…

He was living for the moment…
I was saying goodbye to our future…

That distant memory - a used balloon that has already served it's purpose

Unable to soar pronounced as it once were

Only to bobble from my path deflated and regrettably forgotten

Her small hands encased in his,
Her heart beats in synchrony to his promises of ever lasting love,
but the battles he faces scream louder than the sound of her tears as she pleads for his warm embrace,
As he soldiers on to his upcoming war,
Her cries for him, are heard no more.

I must travel light,

otherwise I won't succeed --


to comprehend things.

I've wondered lately..
where your words
will take me
how you made distance
feel so close
and how easy it might be
to trust another wounded heart
it was a pleasure seeing you crack a smile through years of despair.
yes the feelings are mutual,
& I take into account how different
we lived before meeting;
two somber poets,
turning pain into beauty..
cheers to you
here's to Life
thank you for the next chapter,
with or without you.

You'll always be loved
in the heart of white feathers
Let your heart simmer
in the arms of another

Exhale your thoughts
as I leave one last kiss
and let you flow into
the cerulean eye's
of the sea to set you free