I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.
Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.
I need to work on me.The mewithout you.
Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.
I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.
Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.
Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.
In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.
Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.
I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.
I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.
You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.
Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.
I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.
I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.
I die a little,In the echo of your silence.