A writers mind is like a black hole.
Dark,
Twisted,
Gruesome,
Swirling with chaos and doubt,
We fight for our daily lives-
But corner it for our art.
It’s filled with emotion, pain, and thoughts others won’t dare express.
Every indiscretion tackles the mind,
Haunts and hides in the deepest crevices of our brains-
Waiting and lingering to sneak up on us
To inspire us or destroy us,
Threatening that black hole to swallow us whole.

She walked to the cliff’s edge-
Crumbled to her knees.
She looked up to the moon,
With tears in her eyes-
She sucked in a sharp breath of cold air as she pleaded to the stars.

The world was in ruins.
Chaos all around.
Yet, she smiled and danced in the rain,
Like she used-
As if the world has given her one last blissful day.

I need to stop being a bleeding heart-
A bleeding heart has never saved anyone-
..Only killed them.

My heart was already broken-

Shattered to pieces.

It’s been sewn back together with the finest thread,

Unable to break again.

All that will happen is the thread comes undone

Letting the broken pieces cascade down to their dormant seats.

My heart was already broken

Which means, you cannot break me

Only untangle me.

The pain subsided.
The memories no longer invade like an unwavering assault on the mind.
The taste of your name is no longer sweet in my mouth,
But rather something foul that should not be spoken.
Hind sight was gained.
It made me see all the things that I had missed,
All the warning signs suggesting danger ahead,
All this pain could’ve been avoided if I paid closer attention,
If only I had read your actions over the words you spewed,
I could have started my life with my future wife sooner-
But, it had to happen like that.
It had to happen the way it did,
She and I weren’t ready then,
She and I watched, learned, and grew together like and undeniable force-
All the while I still tried to make this work with you,
You are what had to destroy me to bring her to me.
The pain finally subsided-
The destruction caused was meant to happen,
So she and I could pave a path,
A path that has so much promise for a life of happiness.

Home-
Home is where you go to at the end of a long day.
Home is where you feel the safest.
Home is where you’re free to share and express who you really are on the inside.
Home is where you find your sanity in this crazy world.
Home is where you bare your soul.
My home is not a house.
My house is just a shelter.
My home is a person.
A person that when I look at her, I feel like I’m home and that person is specifically for me.
A person who makes me feel so calm, happy and loved on a daily basis.
My home is in your arms.
My home is in your heart.
It is you-
You are my home.

Promises, promises-
We all make them.
We all mean them.
We all break them.

You

As I lay here in bed I’m thinking of all the wonderful things.
I’m thinking about the love and laughter,
The affection and conversations,
All of the glances and stolen kisses.
The warmth of your touch,
The smile you share every time our eyes meet.
The promise of tomorrow and everyday there after.
As I lay here in bed I’m thinking of how I have no worries
The pure contentment felt that is undeniably exquisite
All the time spent together is not time wasted
It is time spent by lovers, two friends yearning for endless days and endless nights
As I lay here in bed I’m thinking of all the wonderful things
The wonderful spirit that is you.

Painted Walls

You painted the walls with such beauty and care
Everyone would stop and stare in awe.
It’s the kind of beauty that makes you want to step closer and take a finer look-
Then something strange happens.
What happened-
You see the imperfections and admire the painted walls
You notice something else-
The imperfections from before are darker, seeping through the mirage before you.
You start to scrap the layers
What you find is almost menacing.
It’s an image of bitterness, cruelty and spite.
Oh, how you painted the walls with such beauty and care
Making one mistake,
You needed another coat to cover what you wanted buried inside.