Ink dries

Reality crashes around me
Thunder of the ending
Hypontized for so long
Misery tainted hope
Hope falls
Crashing glass at my feey
Crimson with failing of my heart
Reality
My worst nightmares true
You never loved me at all
I will not fall
Crawl away now
A further shattered soul
Empty
Cold alone
Walk again I will
Smile again I must
But I will never feel again

Naked

Naked
To stand truely bare
Soul exposed
Infront of another
Opening yourself up so completly
The very beat of your heart
Escapes into their chest.

Surrender
To the impossible
Complete acceptance
Blissful return of unyielding love

Lost
Naked
Soul bear
He turned instead to another

Never again
Will this soul be bare.

Searching

Searching for that lost voice
Buried beneath years of accumulation
Consumed by pain
Lost in the distance
She's here somewhere
I hear her
Small,lost like a child in the rain
I remember her roar
When she was strong,fearless
God she was beautiful
She glowed with love
Radiating it like sunbeams
Through the world
To know her
Hold her
Was to hold the sun,moon,stars
Wrapped in one imperfect shell
Of laughter
Someone stole the sky
From her universe
With it the sun moon and stars lost their shine
How do i find her in all this darkness
How can i be the sky for my own sun
You can't change anothers heart
I take solace in the knowledge
The fire is burning again his eyes
Far brighter than the noon sun
But he took my light
When she lit his.
I need to hear that old roar
Feel the power of my own light once again
So i pray
Every minute
Every day
Speed time
Drown away the pain
Let me hear her sing once again.

Wisdom from the woodstove

Love is a lot like a woodstove. If you fan the flame, constantly giving it fuel but also air , it will keep you warmer than any other heat. But if you close it up, forget to nurture it, it will leave you cold to the core.
Men if you want to know the secret to a woman's heart it's simple, nurture her. Everyday (try) show her she is the most beautiful part of your world. Don't let the flame die down. Don't put your wood in a different stove. At the same time give her room to breathe. Let her be uniquely her and make sure she knows how beautiful that is. Not the outside beauty that time and life steals, the inside beauty, where the fire starts deep in the heart.
Treat her like the main source of warmth in your life and it will never grow cold.

Limbo

Fear. Paralyzing frozen.
No way to go back again.
Afraid to step forward.

This antimovement consuming
Everything.
Endless hope.
Endless possibility.
Arrested.

What if it happens again?
How many pieces are left
To be carried away?
What if it doesn't?

What if everything
I ever wanted
Is on the other side of that step?

What if cutting that final
Cord severs the last hope?

Frozen, terrified.
Won't stay like this forever.
Maybe just one more day.
One more look.
One last chance.

What if while I'm waiting
Hope is moving on?
This limbo
Is the closest to Hell
I'll ever feel again.

On the otherside
Endless unknown.