You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.
I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.
I need to work on me.The mewithout you.
I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.
Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.
Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.
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.