RedemptiaRebourne

I don’t understand myself What are these feelings? Sensations of the soul Or fractures in my mind? Even Scrooge said but a toothpick can summon demons Perhaps it’s that and nothing more As the raven agreed Madness or confusion I know not which Love or hopefulness I wouldn’t know Fixated or obsessed? Infatuated or depressed? Lonely, that’s for sure I don’t see an open door Closed out, locked up It’s all just kid stuff Maybe I’ll grow up tomorrow Forget this childish sorrow What’s there to cry over When you don’t even understand? Your own self and the things gnawing away

Stone strikes stone, Fractures become fissures, Our forms are crushed, Lying in pieces We tell our selves we are whole.

I awake with her at my side, the sun peaking in though a broken blind. Lying I  wait, her head on my chest, with a hand too rough i gently caress her skin so warm it instills in side, some quiet joy and a sense of pride. pondering this happy twist of fate, i wait for my bride to awake. To wake? To wake to what? A drafty house where nothing works, a world in which poverty hurts where she has most of what she needs,but none of her wants, where all the glitz and glitter serves only to taunt? Powerless to rectify these things i lye and wait, hoping love will suffice, for my bride to awake.

hand full of hair, your skin on my teeth nails down my back, a hundred heart beats we've been here  before but still you fail to breathe, my eyes meeting yours penetrating every thought all attempts to speak are all for not though there's really no need for we both know this moment consumes what we are every kiss, caress, potentially a scar left on our body's, hearts, and minds, so much damage done in so little time. till we both have no choice, but to lie in embrace hearts racing skin bleeding on the pillow case