Dear Wilted Lover
You no longer visit my dreams. Your smell does not cling to the sheets. My lips no longer crave to mold against yours.
I've realized a love like ours was never meant to flourish. It was only to dissipate once the light sought us out from hiding. I understand now your shade of blue was only meant to turn my purple black.
I do hope this letter finds you in time, before you destroy another in your quest for redemption. You must know by now, there can be no salvation in the love you seek. I beg you not to look for someone to love if you mean for them to wash you clean while becoming tainted by your luster.
You seek love that will save you. But darling, Love cannot save all things.
Signed,
I Hope You Find Peace.
Memories
What we have are memories,
Each has it's own melody,
My addiction to them has no remedy,
It's hard to believe how clocks ticking away,
When I relieve the peaceful "stairway to heaven" with you,
When I feel "every breathe you take",
When I watch us "chasing cars",
When I call you from a "pay phone" It's hard to believe how time slows down,
And I live each moment with you, and crave to create another ones
If I could write a story,
The greatest ever told,
It'd be about You and Me
You've been all that one needs
You've are the dearest one
When in sorrow you are the nearest one,
You are the best friend,
You've been a mesmerizing angel,
The sparkle in your eyes never fails to inspire,
The smile on your face never fails to bring one on mine,
You come down to my level and lift me up,
You help me fly without my wings
Watching you, my love of life,
Purity rushes through my bicuspids,
Now I see why love is insane,
It breaks the sanity of the dormant and meaningless life,
Thanks for being a part of this heart,
Without this part my friend, there is no heart
Confound Mind
I no longer dream, which I suppose would mean I've been freed from nightmares.
Though images no longer surface, the darkness remains.
My nightmares no longer consist of monsters and ghouls hiding under my bed, waiting to drag me away into an unknown darkness.
No, my monsters fill me from the inside. I welcome them now.
My monsters are not afraid of the light. They allow me safe passage once I enter the realm of sleep.
My nightmares can no longer be restricted to closed eyes and a warm bed.
No, my nightmares are now as real as the way you draw breath after a passionate kiss.
My monsters are as real as the sensation of love brought upon someone wrecked in loneliness.
My nightmares? You find yourself asking, are not of a natural state of mind.
They exist in the corners of my fragile cracked hands and my unstable heart.
They exist, in the fear of a confound mind reaching for love I feel I no longer deserve.
Atonement
It is dark and lonely. Though there is noise, one prays for silence. Just as one prays for rain, though it never falls. If anything falls from the sky it is red. It is blood. And no flowers bloom. No, they stay hidden in their seeds. Sheltered and waiting under ground, dehydrated as they crave water so they can spread their arms and legs to grow. Up, up, up.
No.
There are no flowers. They cannot bloom under such stress. Flowers are not allowed to bloom around ugliness. Though I pray they will. That we will be swallowed whole and caressed by their soft petals. Will the rain be allowed to fall and wash away our sins? If not let us succumb to the grounds beauty, and not the bullets.
Let this ground be left sacred and each time the flowers bloom... Each time the wind blows just right, the smell of rotting corpses and lost dreams will flow as the sun begins to set.
War,
Has left us destroyed and in the end; we were destroyed in an effort for safety and pure times. But one cannot endure pure times while fighting such insanity. One is not allowed such a privilege. No. We kill. We end. We destroy. So I hope the flowers devour us. And for once, once it's too late; you will realize that there is safety in beauty. Not in violence. Not in guns. You will realize there is beauty but we do not deserve it.
Not anymore.
