No right to be jealous but I am
You aren’t mine
Not mine in the way I want you to be mine
Not mine, blood and bone
Not mine, whip and roan
Not mine but I want to know what you are doing all the time
Not mine but I’m jealous of anyone spending time with you
But the odd thing is that if you were mine
I’d not be jealous
I’d know you were coming home to me
Elevate
But in the eventual moment
They all walk away
Perhaps I’m the one that’s broken
Unable, despite everything,
To make them stay
Or is make the wrong word
AM I not able to demonstrate
Far enough
More than enough
That I am worth staying for
Love is the breaking of your soul into tiny pieces
Pieces that fly away looking for a better home than your own desolate heart
Pieces you secretly hope will find their way back to you
Bringing with them the person they found a home in
That that person will be wanting to stay with these pieces and not looking to shove them in the junk drawer
But love is knowing those pieces are lost forever
And if they are smart and they are because they are you
They will stay gone
Waking up
Dreams are not what they seem
And I wander roads I haven’t traveled in years
And every heart I find is closed
Or mourning for its own losses
Reeling from its own hurts
In only mending am I broken
A faltering blade
Shattered
Slipping through my fingers
Blood
… Everywhere
This feeling
This Elation
This Joy
… This… Nightmare
These lights
that dance
entertain me
In the memory
of what it is to be light
Looking for a straight line
On a road made of zags
Waiting for the sound of you
I’m trying as fast as I can
Walking up the down escalator
thrice I have Fallen and Thrice risen
Death no longer opens his door to me
for I have returned from beyond his threshold
I’ve seem too much of the worlds spinning and the vast machinery
to anymore be fooled
by the simple sweet release
that mortal death appears to promise.
Kiss me though
These thorns expose flesh
Tearing us open
But its worth the pain
Impaled on hooks
All of this time waiting
Better is relative
just a step away
flawlessly flawed
Ask me and I will be there
My heart is filled
by the people
I love
but cannot hold.
Pelgris 