It begins where we failed; the end of a broken road, the end of any chance we had at being whole, at being a home. Happiness on our own never seemed like an option; we had the right cards but even still we could do nothing but lament our fate and watch as they all … Continue reading My heart doesn’t want to recognize that you’re gone, so I’ve learned to live without either of you.
You only ever invested enough to enjoy the taste, ignoring the meaning behind the heart shaped boxes. It was all about the moment for you, that sweet, satisfying mouthful. You never let the chocolate take it’s time to melt on your tongue, coating your world in a coco dream. For you, it’s all about quantity … Continue reading “You treated our love like chocolate the day after Valentines; you want it, but it’s not worth retail price.”
When my light begins to fade, And I cannot tell the difference Between the edge of our Sea And that rocky ledge Where old things go When they are called home. In that half-light, Where time splits open And everything that once could fly Embraces the finality Of a perpetual slumber, Know that when everything … Continue reading “You aren’t here anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’m alone. Even though it’s hard, I’m able to keep going with a smile, because of you… Thank you.”
Did her fire inspire you to change? Did her words make an impact, Driving you towards that cliff, Closer and closer to the edge, Beckoning you to trust that she Would be the wings you longed for? You wished for daring adventure, That breathless sensation Of fear mixed with desire, That chemical reaction People … Continue reading I have my own wings, but still relied on you to carry me. Even when it’s all handed to me on a silver platter, I’ll find a way to fail.”
I find my mind wandering in squares. I would say circles, but my moods are to extreme. Going in a circle is a gradual climb up up up, followed by a slow and steady curve down down down. I hit the top, ride the good ride and enjoy being in the clouds, living a dream. … Continue reading Not every single night, but very, very close..
She shivers from touches and embraces the cold, Burns away bridges while still on the road, Cascades across creation, fearing nothing but home; A heart doused in umbra, a living catacomb.
I no longer get cold in the winter. That is to say I no longer care if I get cold. Of course I am affected by the wind as it hurts my face; I am blinded by the snow that covers my hair and shoulders, tripped by the ice under my feet, covering the streets, … Continue reading Ohio has a way of beating a person down, with winds that only roar during those times when I need the world to hear me scream.