Juliet's Good-night
Is a cold comfort,
As promising as
A new moon,
Or daylight heavens.
Full of senses.
My ears hum with
A Carol King tune.
I'm not keen on
Standing here,
Shoes mired in slush,
With my head covered
In anticipation of
Extreme Unction.
If I see you tomorrow
I will still love you,
But tomorrow is
The new moon,
And you yet languish:
Even if dawn breaks again.
So, I will leave:
*See you tomorrow.

The mass vascularity is finally revealed as the voice on the phone beckons
"are you ok?"  & "im scared."
Lifting yourself off the tile floor
It was once a harsh stone white
it's stained with sanguinous face prints
Your weakened, concussive reply
"if you're not scared what are you?"

The bridge with it's cold grey metal and imposing towers
I walk to the place you jumped, and lay my flowers

I miss you x

This night life is not for me
I cant take the pressure
So leave me be.
There's no more fire in this match
I just keep it under my skin to heave a beat.
No gas under my feet.
No liquor to burn for heat.

I see light a million miles away
So make way,
Because these legs don't stop till they feel,
This heart has no more cards to deal.

For miles and miles I ran
For each step I made
The light glowed brighter.
On the last step, I was shown a wan warning
In the fade, my knees buckled
As tears streaked my cheeks of dirt,
I remembered what it said in morse
But only in remorse

There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

She loves the idea of love,
and I am the slave of it.  
She loves the idea of happiness,
and I am deprived of it.
She loves the idea of this and that,
and I am giving her this and that.

I wonder if she do love me, or clinging on false pretenses.

It wasn't a good feeling knowing words would result in the chapters close between us .
And no matter my ego I still never enjoyed causing anyone pain let alone you.

Are paths had crossed and taken us in separate directions and only the blindness of concern had kept the ship afloat this long but delusion was a tide that could never bare us to distant shore and losing all wasn't worth the cost so i believe losing you was my penance that surely must be paid.

Life had scared are thoughts and now time had dealt its hand .
The only thing left where the words that would sting worse than the lash.

Sometimes being a ******* was the only option.
This was the best showing of my concern and no matter the sting at first it was best for us both.

The storm was upon the horizon I simply had to ride it out alone .

There is no hell worse than the one bring down upon ourselves  

I'm so sorry to tell you goodbye .