Faded

The wind blows

Ashes of memory float away

Dreams of dreams

Fading and drifting

Waking to find

The memory gone

You are someone

I have never seen

Blurred like air kissed

With whispers of flavor

A dying mist

Scattering dreams

A prism in the light

A copy of a copy of a copy

Just as faded.

I gave it to you to hold and when I turned away you dropped it in the corner.

With the miscellaneous junk accumulated through the years.

Funny thing is

If this is the best that it’s been,

Do I dare give it out again?

The lukewarm words

Avoiding my ears with more questions than answers

Is this a prison in my head

Is this the hell that’s been given to me?

As I pick up the piece that is no longer wanted, I realize I don’t want it either.

I gave it to you to hold and when I turned away you dropped it in the corner.

With the miscellaneous junk accumulated through the years.

Funny thing is

If this is the best that it's been,

Do I dare give it out again?

The lukewarm words

Avoiding my ears with more questions than answers

Is this a prison in my head

Is this the hell that's been given to me?

As I pick up the piece that is no longer wanted, I realize I don't want it either.

Can you live with the devil

and keep your soul intact

Can you spend time with him

and see through his act

Can you come away

Unscathed

Can you tempt him

Into returning your soul

Can you make him

Beg for more?

How far will you go

To tame

The beast

I am done talking.

Done with

Indifference

And misogyny

I want my cake

And I want to

Eat it too

How many would love

To feel the touch

You spurn

How many would

Bask in

What you

Fear

Why do I stay

Oh crazy heart why

Why can't I just fly..

How many broken hearts

Has the moon seen?

How many tears have

Seen her silvery

Reflection?

How many cries has

The white goddess heard

As she watches,

Helplessly,

As her daughter's fall

again and again.

How many souls have

Been comforted by

Her shimmery rays.

At least one....

Blessed be...

You realize it's more of an

Addiction.

A Hunger.

For some reason

You can not fill

It tears you up

From the inside

Out

Rips you to shreds

Breaks you

Beats you

May even

Leave you for..... Dead...

The worst part about her love,

It was never-ending

Disposable

You could very easily drown

The best thing about her love,

She never took it back.