I used to think of you leaving me with desperate gasps of air and tear soaked cheeks
I swore I wouldn't make it through the lonely days and night
I swore that I would die of an aching heart.
Yet here I sit, still breathing, still surviving. All that is left is a scar of your memorie and the clothes and gifts in my closet.

"Don't hide your eyes"
She said
Smiling at me.
Though I couldn't barely tell.
That smile was elusive.
The pursed lips were more common.
Not necessarily purposely done
Just a side affect
Of my brokenness.
She looked through the shards
And found the pieces to put
My life back together.

"Smile you handsome man"
Every day she said it.
Not as a way to cheer me up,
No, simply as a heartfelt way
To say "I love you"
In different terms
And it meant more.

"You know I love you"
She whispered it
When she thought I was sleeping.
But I was in that in between
The limbo
Of sleep and waking.
And I heard it.

And I knew

She meant every word
Because I loved her too

I love her still.
Isn't it wonderful?
To be in love?
Not as a way to show it off
But as a way to know
That you've found the right one.
That picks up the shards and makes
You're shattered heart whole again.

She's done that
And I have for her.
And we whisper those words.
And the dark gives them true life.
It hides our surface flaws.
It leaves only the words
And the love behind them

I was empty… abysmal.

There was nothing left of me.

I couldn’t hurt;

I couldn’t feel.



I knew the days were passing by,

but I didn’t know how many.

Everything seemed to just blur together,

into one enormous mess.



Am I even alive anymore?

It sure doesn’t feel like it.

After all, I’m not living.

I’m just surviving.



l.r.

The loyal support we address as a ‘friend’.
There for you when you feel like breaking,
When the tears are overwhelming,
And the sadness unforgiving.
They will stand by your side through sun, sleet and snow.
And when you need them most they will be your pillow.
Cushioning your fall when you drop from great heights.
Comforting and faithful,
Never failing to make you smile.
Cause at every wrong turn,
There will always be a friend.
Someone unlike any other,
That stands alone above all the others.
Be thankful for their friendship,
Be thankful for their love.
Be thankful that even though you may be weak they remain strong,
To pull you to safety when life feels just, wrong.

I do not care about fame
I do not care about wealth

All these materialistic needs are just making me sick

What I do care about is making it

Surviving, to tell a tale
And being able to be proud of it.