It's a happy time of the year, I know you're busy at your job. For me there's lots of tears,You act like a complete snob. You shut down and run out of here,Do you even care how I feel?You're like a magician and disappear,For me it's an emotional ordeal. I say it doesn't bother me,What am I supposed to say?Your actions hurt to some degree,These are the days, I want to runaway. I'm your loving and caring wife,You're so damn...

I'll hear you calling out to me no matter where I am, the voice that can pass through walls, flicker among the candle's glowing wick before spreading deep below to crack through winter's ice. Marking the places we've imprinted entire lives on, lived before and after one another, energies that are the pieces we gave of ourselves, memory's residues mingling to make our shared worlds. The places far beneath that are holding...

If the moment arrives where our hands unclasp, I would rather see you leave without a word, to never once glance back at the embers covering me as you exit.I would memorize everything,dissect every syllable and pause when your eyes could no longer meet where mine have always remained.Looking for possible codes and clues,buried like poisoned roots spreading.Turning every hallway in the home we madeinto haunted corridors, e...

You can be inked on my skin, marked on my heart,tattoos and unseen etchings with our names,all our words said in the other's ear Like a secret that knew precisely where to tear open the other, whispers traveling along breezes I can feel you in, the currents coursing through this vessel. Whether I become transparent to you in time, or become like towering walls covered in dark paints and smoke to hide how fragile I can be,...

All fiction traces back to some truthful spark, some tremor splitting through the earth and shaking every inch of the skyline that grows more veiled by the hour. Towering clouds of black smoke from buildings set ablaze, from bridges helplessly burning, each dancing and licking flame is a memory we made or locked together. Even if the fires border all I know, I will remain still and count the broken windows and falling bri...

Sometimes we laugh and everything is great, Other times it's silence and moods. It's a crap shoot to try to relate,I don't ever want to intrude. I then feel like it's some how my fault,You don't want to talk to me.You put your feelings into a vault,I just want to run and be free. I sit here and wonder are you okay,I smile and give you a kiss.Everything is okay today,We're back to loving bliss. The sun is not shining today...

If your words are painted across my heart, if your face is drawn along every wallI'll go on to build around myself, then I could still hold on to some semblance of you. Some parallel echo I may be able to record and mimic, create from scratch again and build any way I want, but each one of those possible timelines would always carry a flaw sewn in somewhere. The color of your eyes may be a shade off, bedroom light reveali...

I sit here and wonder what mood you'll be in today, It's exhausting trying to figure it out. Will it be a happy day? Or will it be gray?I try to be happy and not pout. I always feel so tense and always on defense,I give all myself to you.Of course, this is just my two cents,There is always two sides, but this is my view. A relationship that blossoms and grows,I love you with all my heart.Is this enough? I don't know,Somet...

Your face is just a shimmer across the water, a rippling mirror that always tries to find wherever my reflection chooses to hide, in the gaps a lens could never quite capture. Where nothing but a cavernous quiet reverberatesthrough the heart's chambers after the final footsteps across a breaking bridge. I'll never hear the weight of what we were collapsing, cracking roads and snapping cables falling into whatever oblivion...

I think I've been running away, Not dealing with what I need to. Trying to fill the emptiness each day,Reaching out to something new. It felt like a safe place for a while,But now I'm not too sure.It used to make me happy and smile,I believe I've hit a major detour. Instead of fixing issues in my life,I just made more problems.Always fighting with lots of strife,I think it may have been just boredom. Running away for many...

The light your presence made pulls away from my heart,lingering inside and swelling for years,the spaces between promises growing like rings loosening from our fingers.This ghost knows me well,so please do not reach for me anymore,the trails I've made are not yours,your steps only make tremors when walking along darkened roads.In the distance there are still glimpses at the edges,a code that we may have written here,taps...

Every gust of wind is an icy blade,cold fingers crossing and dragging along everything that made my heart beat for you.I know how to keep it all inside,and let others write my side of the story,because I'm already too busy sealing myself away,stitching closed all the places that once wanted to let someone inside,where I could give what was left of me.The sides that were light and dark,that wanted to send you a message of...