lucid love

over it and over you
the feelings left are less than few
they fade fast as the day becomes night
i don't question anymore what it right

the pedal stool that you once sat upon is now a broken chair
the image of you has shattered and i don't even care
i realize now that you are indeed flawed-never meant to be
at least not forever, and that is something i truly now see.

its funny how in love i thought i was-

confused by emotion driven by lust

it's toxic and beautifully addicting

a true drug dream...

pain factory

why is pain manufactured by the ones you love the most?
they have the ability to alter your future with minimal words.
what is left is the distorted truth- and you seem to be blinded with denial,
bounded at the hands with unfulfilled promises and hearts bruised with lies.

each twist of fate leaves you questioning what is right
second guessing everything and blaming yourself for mistakes
these small cold fragments of reality slice you open like
jagged glass, only to leave you bleeding, tears falling and too ashamed
to ask for help

earthquake

my life is on hold still standing and solid
frozen in the present and all i want to do
is move forward
reaching into the future for the new life that i crave
as soon as i feel grounded the floor begins to shift
everything around me crumbles, dissipates and i lose focus
once again.
with a blurry vision ahead hope is lost and hard to find