Heartache pierces the heart Like a fisherman’s hook. Drawing itself out The same way it comes in. In the quiet moments, Solitude whispers secrets Promising singular fidelity. Tightening the noose with silken cord As she croons and combs your hair. Following the golden thread, Sadness holds your hand Listening ever carefully to her siren song,
You call me perfect but I’m not. I am broken, beaten, battered shattered in a million pieces. Sure, I sparkle I’ll be your night sky but, I am rough around the edges ~sharp like a knife~ Kiss me, hold me mold me, love me I’ll be your reflection your light in the dark render me
One must love oneself before the rest in order to be true to self What if, I ask, that comes at a cost? I love you as much as I am able As much as I can As much as the moon and stars I ask you, Will you love the wind? Will you hold
I thought you were gone. I had so many things to say, I wrote them in a letter several letters at a time… I wonder why you come around, ~ stick around ~ and leave again; I couldn’t be bothered to reply, but, watching the Watcher passes the time.