My heart is shattered, like glass on the ground
My love, my joy, lost and never to be found
The pain is real, and it cuts to the bone
Leaving me feeling empty and alone

I gave you my all, my heart and my soul
But you left me here, broken and cold
I thought our love was strong, and would never die
But now I see, it was all just a lie

The memories we shared, now bring me pain
And the tears I cry, are all in vain
I wish I could turn back time, and make it right
But it's too late, and we've lost the fight

So I'll pick up the pieces, and try to move on
But the memory of you, will never be gone
I'll find a way to heal, and love once more
But for now, my heart is shattered, and my soul is sore.

It makes me lonely

that no one sees how serious --


things are for me now.

it’s sticky on the porch tonight,
crickets, cries, clouds of nothing;
the hum of ac units and boredom
and the ache of my thighs,
shallow drags of tar as I wait
for the man who loves me
to really love me.

sometimes our home feels hollow,
but maybe it’s just my heart
wishing for more than the repetition,
the waiting, the dull pulse of waking
moments in the heat of the end
of everything;
but maybe I just need
for the man who loves me
to really love me

Endless envelopes of paper mail
But hands tremble at the presence of one unaddressed letter,
The card stock glances around, tantalizing to Whomever is caught by its wandering eyes,
As they gently reflect the suns bright glare

As if tempting each of us to open it,
A letter with no return address and no destination simply sits,
With it’s stainless skin—like freshly fabricated silk,
Pleading for a curious soul with whom to share its contents,

Its slight edges sit and yet intimidate
They must surely pack a sharp punch when provoked,
No one dares step to the unaddressed letter,
Fearing that one droplet of our unworthy burgundy blood may be enough to permanently stain the stainless

And I don’t,
quite understand.
Was it something,
I said?
Or maybe,
something,
I did?
Maybe,
you just,
signed out,
and decided,
to quit.
But you,
don’t read,
my messages,
anymore.
And that makes,
me sad,
not enough,
to cry,
but just enough,
for heartache,
to pry.
I wanted to,
let you know,
that I miss,
my player two.
Maybe you’ll,
decide to,
read this,
just remember,
to mark it,
unread,
I promise,
I’ll never,
notice.

Thousands of slaves of The Saviour run
bent over to a place to sit, belly to buttock
nose in the back, sections full of light pink
shoulders under the violet
shaved crowns

to open the brain
under sun and moon
to the Great Soul
and to gain self-knowledge
from the mirrors around you

the exchangeable bodies that
under the discipline of loneliness
among silent fellow sufferers
no longer can die
from everyday life's dangers

Everywhere you see yourself
among the hard faces
of armed guards
and you cling to
the changing of the light

the rustle of rain and
scents brought by the wind
"He laughs best who laughs last"
But what kind of laugh is that?
A laugh which is not shared...

A change in the weather
A mirror with an unfamiliar reflection
A winter without snow
A sad song that plays on
It isn't the life I wanted
Clearly not how I imagined
Rallies for joy replaced by hurt and sorrow
How else could I see you
Only time will tell
My mind creates stories
Beautiful memories I'd want to hold
My eyes adore your every move
Sadly that's all I can have
Well you're you, am simply me
Could I be infatuated
I can't be this weak
I fell in love with an imagination
A vision I'd want to keep
If wishes were true, I'd have you through thorns and ash
Pick up the pieces
Create all for mine
I do want you
But I know I can't have you
Guess good things have you messed up
And all you left with is wishing you could have it all back
That's how scary it is when I think about falling for you.