I've never had the most solid sense of direction.
I've this bad habit of getting lost;
first in thought and then, well,
literally.

But I've written things this whole time,
and every line is an arrow so that I can find my way back.
Back to some kind of bliss.
A state of mind that I can no longer feel,
but I know that I miss.

But isn't there a part in that story where the bread crumbs have been eaten by birds?

I can't remember.

If you love life, life will love you back, you said to me.
But you took my life with you.
You took my trust with you.
You seem to be doing just fine,
But I'm sitting here crying.
I'm sitting here with high hopes.
Hopes that'll only bring me down.
The one thing that was always certain and set in stone in my life,
Has now crumbled and broken.
Where do I turn?
Where did I go wrong?
You're gone,
And so is my world.

.
So fresh his face,
Nutmeg and ginger
Like mine.  I made
Apologies for being,
Being late.

He was more than
Kind, so mannered
Like minded, unwild,
Not unpredictable,
Like my ex.

In the cafe, earthy
Smells wafted at me,
Hints of loss, of sad
Things unsaid, wet
Piney black hair.

Black hair and blue
Unfathomable eyes,
Eyes of a lad I miss,
A wildness uncaged,
Once caging me.

Addiction
I feel it become
a part of me.

A touch of lips
and smiles so awkwardly.

I want it so bad
I see it come on to me.

So in love Oh Lord,
What has befallen me ?

I hear it calling me

"Why did you become a part of me ?"