Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jessica Jones Oct 2015
You,

With kindness and patient eyes,
soft of voice and friend by choice, I,

bear the loss of a faded truth between trembling fingers.

Offer them in fear of losing sight of the light,
which cascades from your soul, bubbling gold, shimmering in the gleam of a honey flavored grace,

Barren from a battle fought inwardly,
with the good and bad of me,
the weeping and shouts for joy, in between

         all jagged encounters.

Now, the failed attempts of a dusted dream remain in grid iron cages, fed scraps of a nibbled honesty.

Henceforth, arise
     
       the half baked truth.

Bring about, the nightmare

     dreamt and breathless, frightened and alone.

Release the growling things you were born with. There is a savage sort of joy when the wound drips crimson,
  when the moon hides it's holy eyes,
clouds and thunder amass near the crown of your head, lightning casts the only glimmer in love torn eyes.

A dull roar numbs the senses and savors this empty, this hollow,
    
         this fool. Who dared to care.

Find me knee-deep in saline waters,

as my loneliness howls at the moon,
as my chest heaves and icy winds breathe down my neck,
I succumb to the loss which leaks neath my ribcage.

I will beg every sort of evil to take my life to gift any sort of pain to lessen the one, which I am bound.

Forget the taste, of a mouth full of the words I am not yet ready to sharpen
  
   in the jaws of a sea bred love, I embrace the shadow of my joy. We smile a smile which never reaches the eyes.
Streams flow as the ache grows,
  
    it always grows.


We find ourselves sobbing,
amongst unfamiliar shoulders.


Gift it kisses and well wishes,
present the tears of a broken promise as though it were a most dangerous thing,
shivering at the hell, held within myself
Here I am,
    

       here I stay.


Awaiting my own forgiveness for letting it get this far,






Here is where I lose you.
October 15, 2015

— The End —