the aftermath of you

The wind won’t seem to stop ever since you left,
It blows and stirs and whines,
Creating storms and hurricanes in the wake of losing you,
And all I can do is shoulder the burden,
Waiting for the winds to grow feint,
To grow tired, drained, exhausted from the howling and weeping over you,
For a moments peace,
But they all know there will never be another like that again.
I took the storms,
I bore her thunder and took on the scariest parts,
Anything to forget the one thing they’ll never let me,
Bare my heart and soul,
Though they’ve been stripped long after and before you,
In hopes of starting fresh,
Let the eaters take this broken mess away and reclaim its pieces away from this,
But I know that will take time,
More storms and hurricanes to come,
And each time I’m left with the aftermath of you…

reset player one (all alone)

I wish things were as easy as others make it,
I love you, breathless and weight lifting,
That hardest choice isn’t as hard when it’s the obvious answer you sought,But no,

They never make things that easy,
Life has a way of reminding us we are still small players in the grand set,
And no one is ahead of the curve.
But, things were easier with you,
Life didn’t seem as unbearable or lonely,

So I played and played,
Our tag team duo made it worth it.
But what do you do when your partner taps out?
Calls it quits on you,
Without a moments notice…

Guess it’s back to the start,
All alone, player one, all alone,
Its time to reset and reform,
But the game is so much more daunting without you,
Ready player one, all alone…

i liked it (the way you numbed my reality)

I was getting used to the way things could have been,
Love and loved in return
Safety in your arms and wanted,
What a feeling,
To never doubt or question the reality you live in,
But than you went and pull the rug from under me,
Left me blinded by the light that shown form you,
A false sense of love and protection,
Tied to you in the best and worst ways,
I was getting too used to the way things could have been,
And karma didn’t let me forget.

Going under and no one is there to safe me,
And I still blindly reach for your hands,
Somebody hear me,
Find me,

I liked the way you helped me escape,
But you aren’t here when my shit hit the fan,
Closed our door in favor of a convenient façade,
And I still make excuses as to why you never gave me a key to my own lock….

Don’t let my guard down,
There’s cruelty in this world,
And who better to show you than those closest to you,
With words to hurt and actions to make you bleed,
You were my redemption,
But how was I to know this redemption came with a price tag?
Too much, you were too much on my heart,
I’m going under, with no one to pull me out,
I guess I kinda liked the way you helped to numb my reality of you…

to have you

…It’s hell…
To have love, and never be able to feel it,
I see it, I know what it is,
What is portrays itself to be,
And yet, I cannot grasp it,
The concept escapes and I try and try,
I want desperately to feel,
To touch and have and hold,
Because love can’t be having you,
Yet not being able to claim you,
To have you in my arms and not be able to taste you,
That’s what hell is.

Tales of The Bent & Broken

We met again at the bottom of the ocean,
Doom and gloom,
All that romantic bullshit waiting for us in those murky waters,
Because what’s love with adversity?
Without hate and torture and beautiful endings from all that pain?
I’ll tell you,
Its life,
Not a movie with a happy ending,
Not a romantic story you pass down generation to generations,
It’s a mess.
Wrecking balls and demolition,
Catastrophes and misfortune
With moments of joy and laughter in between,
But don’t let me stop you from sinking,
We all love the fall.

We met again, at the bottom of some abyss,
Filled with death and heartbreak
But it’s only fitting for lovers like us,
Brought together by ill timing and poor judgments,
Caught in the lust and the forbidden,
Afflictions of temptation I suppose…
What is it this time?
What purpose do we serve at the bottom of this glass?
Of this dark, endless, façade…
I can’t keep meeting you here,
Life has grown far too daunting to continue this game,
And this curse of love lost its appeal that third time around long ago.

So here we are,
Not knowing where to surface,
How to break this sick go around,
But I know someone will give,
It’s only a matter of time until the last heart shatters,
Leaving pieces to jagged and scattered to scrap back together,
So meet me that last time,
And we’ll see who comes out bent, (and so close to breaking).