I sit here watching the storm and I think of you.

Cuddled up like we used to.

Laying there watching our favorite movie too.

Your heartbeat in rhythm with mine, always seemed to calm my mind.

You say you love me, and I love you too.

I miss those times because it was supposed to be you, It will always be you.

Oh how I wish to be with you....

Anytime I look in the mirror, all I can see is never who I want staring back at me.

All I want is to love seeing the mirror, but it always bring a constant anxiety seeing it sit over there.

Wondering, “what do I look like now?”

A skeleton?

A tired mom?

Never me.. I miss being me...

I know I may love you to hard, but I cannot fathom a world where you arnt my art.

You words paint perfect vivid pictures dancing in my mind.

Pictures of the meadow at sunset, and laying in the field of flowers. Laughing and loving.

The purest form of love only found in museums, painted by the most skilled artists.

Yet their art does not compare to love that we share....

When does a man become a monster?

Was it the way he looked in my eyes, or the comment about leaving us behind.

Was it the way he wished death? Or better yet all the threats?

Actions don’t always make a monster but sometimes you can see it in the eye. But they usually look like grey and black skies.

Maybe a better question is, was he always a monster?...

I sit on the edge alone, thinking of life, Looking at the sunset.

Letting the thoughts flow as I stare at the ground hundreds of feet below.

Wondering simultaneously, how life could get better than this, but how that drop looks so tempting.

I lay back and watch the sky go, as the sun goes down, and the colors of the sunset start to flourish.

Painting the sky with colors so beautiful and so...

If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire.

For I burn to be with you

Uncontained, untamed, rising ever higher.

It’s not the world I long to consume,

But you.

You sparked me with a single glance,

Now I blaze in a fevered trance.

No gentle ember, no slow ignite

You lit me fully, all at once, alight.

I burn for the curve of your voice in the dark,

For the matchstick thrill of your every spar...

I loved you so fiercely that you burned; now I’m only left with ashes

Ashes of memories that were supposed to last, like running my fingers through your soft black hair, and laying my love-filled kiss everywhere.

Once, drives through the night, singing and laughing, now listening to those songs, picturing your face there.

You’re no longer here.

My love for you burned so hot.

You’re ash in my ...