I blame you for my unhappiness
And you blame me for everything else
I´ve been living with a hole in my chest
and a head ringing with all the warning bells

Once you let go everyone thinks you didn´t try
They call me a monster for breaking up a home
But calling that house a home would have been a lie
I tried to wait until the children were grown

I once knew what it felt like to love you
Or we wouldn't be in this situation now
If those moments are possible to get back to
Would you please show me how

The foundation is wrecked and I´m on bare ground
People I trusted turned their backs on me
On different sides, but I miss having you to hold around
It hurts to be with you and it hurts to be free

I have been carrying this around for so long
You act like I'm someone you've never known
So desperately I´ve told myself I was wrong
But we have been so lonely even when we're not alone

I blame you for my unhappiness
And you blame me for letting go
I told the children this was for the best
Even if right now it's too early to know

Our love was all about
The romantic meaning of
******* ****
and composing moans
from the back of our throats
the fondling of *******
and
whispering each other
that we were in love
under our breaths

I will never understand
how it was merely
play pretend

I love maths
it proves that we were
just another mish mash
of geometric nonsense
refusing to accept
that you were a square
and that I was a circle
and that organic movements
do not match
with corners
and straight lines

I forgot to water you
lied and betrayed you
you shriveled,
shrunk
and wrinkled

Yet you were
the most beautiful flower
who ever crossed my eyes

and your death
left me disassembled

I'd love to point you out
In the constellation of a crowd
As someone I used to know
A lover of long ago
And nothing more

Yet you were the biggest star
The sun at least
So how would I forget you

In Black Ink
                        
                            Ink
                  Black In Truth
    Awaits To Fulfill A Guided Hand
      Upon The Quill, Resting So Still...

      ...Resting So Still Upon The Quill,
       A Guided hand, Awaits To Fulfill
                          Truth
                     In Black Ink

I laid there wide awake
Listening to you breath
Such a stunningly familiar sound, every breath you take.
And the many months we've missed gave me cause to grieve.
My mind drifts out the window to mingle with the sounds of the city
Remembering the times we walked those streets and laughed,
because you were always so witty.
And the city sounds are tonight my life raft.
Keeping me afloat as the memories rush by.
And even though you are so close to me, wrapped around me like a shell.
There is such a gulf between us, caused by one small lie.
And my heart begins to swell.
It aches because you are not mine and yet here I am
Pretending to belong here
Your gentle snores hit me like a battering ram.
So I walk to the window to peer.
Perhaps the breathing of the city will give me more peace than you
Because its been two months since that night
But the city always gives me the attention due.
The love that is mine by every right.
But it cannot fill the hole you left.
Twice now.
Just by your sleeping breath.

You were so free and full inspiration
When we first met
I loved all your colourfull thoughts
Like a beautifull bouquet

Some of those thoughts were poisonous
Things i couldnt see
Somehow fate split us
Because of our hunger for diversity

We saw each other while in blossom
But do we like each other without leaves
We stole each others freedom
So i think that makes us thieves

Attraction by powerfull vivid visuals
But our colours left us blind
Losing ourselves out of sight
I guess thats just the curse of having a free mind

I like the way
You fed me
With your shadow of love.

I don't want to be addicted.

Let me know
How far will we go
Before we grow apart?

Our lips sealed, a kiss

The airport commotion*

The notion of distance

The motions separating

The oceans disengaged

Impeding progressions

Enlightened lightening

The fading phone calls

Evicted complications

Bouncing frequencies

I float in dreams a high

Sandwiched decisiveness

The bubbled head pangs

The battered heart hang

My littered sight fanged

Banged and wrung

A declined mass rolling

Angling insanity hurts

*Fighting gyrating posterity