I remember what it was to wake up each day and lie to myself about the sun rising and setting in his eyes, about how the illusion of life reflected was the hope of something real and behind each slowly closing lid rested a perfect image of me. I remeber the dull ache of a void I could not fill and each empty promise you gave only occupied the pre-chiseled gaps in my ind which I've labelled with your name repeating it softly as a prayer, a curse, a promise, a lie, an attempt to calm the erradi...

Not so very long ago I met a stranger Who handed me the world In a brown paper sack Grease-stained and smeared With the fingerprints of Another woman’s child. And while doing so he laughed Bitterly because we both Knew that the reflection Of love in his eyes had always Been me Yet hand me down emotion Would never be excuse Enough for lacking all that I deserve. Or was it desire Because now I cannot wash Him from my hands or my sheets Whether it is blood, sweat, tears, Or something altogether ...

swallowed the jagged edge of truth in your lies embraced your explanations cutting my soul just to prove I'm alive wanting to offer comfort needing more than you can give wondering when to expect the next indiscreet discretion praying for a chance to begin again coming up empty reliving by tearing away cold embrace offers no solace perhaps I didn't want it this way never gonna fall again maybe I should have checked first to make sure someone would catch me because this one has hurt so much wo...

You were crazy And I was beautiful And way back then We could do no wrong. We spun and spun in Perfect circles, Our fingers twisted in fleshy knots And after a while The world turned blurry And I forgot if we were turning Or if it was Because the beat it kept Matched my heart As you spun me faster and faster Loving the cool wind on my face And in my hair, Praying we'd never stop. But the ground wore tired Beneath our feet And our hands grew sweaty and unsure. Feeling you slipping from my gras...

She can no longer deny their unrelenting presence the silent, writhing serpents circling her head, paying silent homage to all that was, all that is, all that one day will be Omniscient to they alone since their first days ruling this temple of flesh. Through the silence a voice cries out into the darkness into which praying people pray, They will not dissolve. They cannot divide. This is my penance. Yet some days when she is strong enough to believe, though her mind assures her that providen...

Most days I still find myself asking if it was worth the price I paid. I think back over all the ways things could have been different or would have been different if only the tiniest breath of circumstance were altered. If, for just once in my life, something had been enough. If I could somehow have convinced myself to be at peace with what was mine for the time it was mine. If I could stop the incessant questioning and second-guessing, the manipulation of reality that keeps me on the verge ...

Today I realized that I no longer see your hands. I don't picture your long fingers and broad palms. I cannot recall the fine hair trailing lightly down your wrists. I have lost the feel of your fingers perfect movements dancing on my skin. I know that it is all still there but I don't see it now. Your image has faded over time while I was busy not noticing your absence. And the bittersweet part is that until today I hadn't fully believed you were gone. Today I am going to a place that will b...