before,
there were nice things
and i was sure
that it was sufficient
why wasn't it?

today,
i was surrounded
by nice things
and no one came
just me
and then she left.

a wind spun
past brown trees
to green mountains,
they guard me.

the air clung,
fingers found my skin and
nails cut through me.
my body fades, and
ground deserted her.

a frozen landscape hung
quiet air gasps for green
and brown trees laugh
at unmarked cries.

the wind forgot to visit her
and she remained.
covered by the ice, a faceless fight
endures.
"how unfortunate."
seconds stayed, I
found her fate.

in a space of collection stood
bright walls with wooden clocks
and jumbled records, on white carpet
with citrus candles, below
silk scarves and
photos of the sky.

But,
bland candles
next to unread books
and sterile walls, which towered
broken clocks and thinning fabric.
This silent space, was
built by a deliberate, empty hand

a word of  advice
don't take it from strangers

her words
were rainbow birds
chirping light
and i was dazzled

inside, i find feathers
detatched and *****
blackened
without body

like
her rattled, twisted words
taken from the world
wasted
on open and unknowing skies

and i listen to the lies

i am immune.

a blackened burn
white as mist
shattered bones learn
they resist
a swelled bruise
                   shifts

my mind
remains
               blind
to time's chains

open mishaps
of hurried instance
slip
into eternity's lips
now folded
from rearranging shifts

take me back
the conductor of the wind
told me
go forth
but remember - look again
when you're not lonely
i'll shield you from them
until you can't see yourself
and neither can i

light
was comfort
at my side
i avoided darkness
just.
acceptance taunted me
it pushed me
down, down
then said hello
gone
he tricked her
she should have stayed
and faced the light