I don't expect you to understand
Why I recoil when
You extend your arms and hands
Why I brace for impact
Within the trajectory of your touch
It is warm,
and I am cold.
It is wind,
and I am stone.

I may read a line, a lyric,
A quote, or a poet.
I may lose myself in,
A thunderstorm, or whirlwind,
Of life, of love.
I may believe, the biggest lie,
in history as she sings;
It's not you, it's me.
Yet she never stops, breaks,
Halts or surrenders.
Her cast is removed, her
Mask replaced.
New city, new state, it's all
In just one day.
New self, new soul, never told
Was she, how lost she'd always be.
I cried by her side, she sang me,
Lullabies of love, life, hope.
She witnessed a new break of dawn,
As she sat beside me.
She whispered; dare to step,
Outside in the air, picture it for me.
As 6am broke, my camera rattled,
She watched the sun rise, with me.
Days grew longer, nights shorter,
By me,
she stood.
My heart beats, I'm alive.
My heart aches, for she,
Stands by me,
Not beside,
But within,
Me.
I pray,
I live,
Within
Her,
Too.

© Sia Jane

When I asked you to fix me,
You told me I wasn't broken.
But, let this soak in.
I just wanted to know,
If i was still a pretty enough picture to be worth, agonizing over a puzzle.
Even when it's a struggle.
And you have to nuzzle each piece into place,
Kissing the pieces bent out of shape,
Searching for pieces gone missing,
But you can't make a raisin back into a grape.
Yes, I Remember your middle name
And who says we can't celebrate failure?
Don't be sad, we tried, we tried.
When you write your story in the sand it washes away with the tide.
It isn't our fault.
We may have cut ourselves open, But we didn't ask for the salt in our
wounds
Can I still say "we"?
I guess you're kind of done with me.
I don't blame you, Puzzles are frustrating.
they're a tease.
Please, tell me I haven't lost the most important piece.
Tell me I haven't lost
you.

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn