Distortion

I have never been more afraid
Than I am today
For it is in this space
I have borne witness to
The end.

Unkempt and lingering
Hidden behind an unfaltering lie;
I am fine.

As elegant fingers and flailing lips
Sought another truth
When courage was lacking
And perfection was hell.

An open wound

We have watched
As this love affair simply died;
No marching band to mark
It’s passing
Nor bombardment
To obliterate.

Yet what we are left with
Are tender ruins.

Remnants of the delicate battle
Fought
With good grace.

And a war wound
Which cannot heal whilst
We continue to occupy
Each others space.

The war dead

Dead and buried
suffocated
under the watchful eye
of the hero
the master who
came to save
yet found himself
bedded down
embattled
cut off at every turn
defeated
before he had even begun.

A Whole Space

There is never
Enough
Of anything.

No contentment of
Perfection.

And my edges
Are raw

And bleeding.

Nothing

To fill the gaps
Or expanse

Just
A whole space
Where darkness made
Her home.

And I have
Shrunk
To contain her.

Yesterday, Tomorrow, Today

If I had known
I would have been more perfect.

For you.

As I laid there
Safe
Contented
Protected.

If I had known.

And now we look back
To this time
Where all we can see is past

And this image of you
Has imprinted your memories
With such fine grace
That I can no longer hold your thought.

And I wish I had known.

Had some forewarning
That this was all there was.

That tomorrow was our last chance
For goodbye.

the quiet house

Half light casts it shadow
in the stillness of now
like he is
holding the world at bay
until there is no more

time.

An aching quietness
which doesn’t belong
in this place
you once called home.

Your stairs
have been folded.

Your clothes hung.

And even though you are
still here
you have gone.

Stretched

Elongated
Stretched thin

Thinner

This graining shadow
the only prove
of existence

A ghost girl.

The silent prayer

You eat
like you hope that
one day
you will find something
that will complete you
justify your presence
in this world
and give you meaning.

Instead
you are filled with
rage and anger
and an unsurpassable desire
to tear yourself apart.

To punish yourself
for everything you are not.