I love you
With all my heart-
my broken
Heart.

I miss you
With all my tears-
waves of
Agony.

I shall cease to be
If I keep up with your pace
Open up and do you hear me
Shallow graceless race.

Finish line is blury
I'm standing here nor there
I wave my arms for help my dear
Your gaze is unaware.

"What doesn't **** one must make one stronger."
Perhaps I broke that rule- I still feel weak.
Does this mean the struggle will last longer?
I have lost the will to fight anymore
My wounds aren't healing, they've become too sore.
So I roam around earth, half-dead, alive
Dreaming of a future that isn't bleak
Knowing I can't live, I'll only survive.

Falling in love is forbidden, it's meaningless.
Even if our fingers merely touch, pull away before I caress.

The stream trickled on
the frog jumped in to cool off
the branch creaked with loss

Caroline Shank

A great teacher sets good examples,
allows you to stumble, and learns
from your mistakes, acknowledges
his own, sharing words that edify both.