I’ll be the faithful bearer
Of all your darkest secrets
Carry them into the night
With me
As I follow you relentlessly
To where you promised
The light would be
poem
Vengeance
When you think you’ve hurt me
Remember
That will merely be the inspiration
The resourceful seed that I plant
To bloom my vengeance from
It will be sweet and swift and hard
Lethal
Fierce and venomnous
But above all
Beautiful
Like the gaping wounds
The ever aching hurt
The never fading scars
You left on me
Hit & Run
You’re a hit and run
No mercy
No taking back
The bullet
That infested my heart
With your love
I have no choice but to follow
As you disappear at the horizon of my dreams
Being there
There’s something so devastating
about their inner broken sadness
of someone who I attribute
most of my happiness to
A feeling so powerless
seeing them helplessly hopeless
with no surge of optimism
seeming to reach through
What can I do?
I know nothing
because I’ve been there myself
all that really helps, is offering to help
Concern and care
are more important
than merely
Being there
While.
While I was talking
I lost track of my own thoughts
Your eyes were all I could follow
While I was reading
My eyes welled up with water
Your voice was all I could hear
But you were nowhere near
Truth Beyond Mystery 