It pierced me with a loud blast,
demolishing the barricades I had built around my
heart made of glass.

It swept in through my weakest spot,
and tore down the walls I had built around myself.
After a few weeks, I stopped feeling the ache
but the hole the bullet left was relentless;
an unfading scar.

I miss her close, her warmth and grace,
And how the world would halt in place.
Her laughter blessed my darkest hours,
Her inner strength a bloom of flowers.

I miss her smile, my secret spark,
That danced through days and lit the dark.
The way she say my name,
So soft, so sure, yet never the same.

Her voice—it rose, a silver stream,
It stirred the clouds, it forgave my sins.
The heavens leaned to catch her tone,
And I, below, felt less alone.
I swear the sky turned into colors bright,
Her song then became all the light.
The stars bent down to hear her voice—
And in that sound, my heart found his choice.

I miss you... Too long with no see,
Love like hers still sings in me.

He prayed for her pain so she’d crawl to his side,
While I prayed for her joy and love of all kinds.
He needed her broken to feel he was whole—
I wanted her shinning, with peace in her soul.

He loved her for him, for control, for his gain,
I loved her for her, through hardships and rain.
He smiled at her failure, a mask in disguise—
While I bled in silence, still wishing her skies.

For what kind of love would dance on her tears?
Rejoice in her downfall or feed of her fears?
I prefer to be lonely, with grief as my chain,
Than ever be cause of her fall or pain.

you cup my heart;
enlacing it between
your fingers
with tender care.

you feel it’s beating;
as it is weirdly alive–
weirdly on fire–
above your palm.

so brush your thumb
against this igniting heart,
and press your lips
on it in a tender kiss.

as the only thing
keeping it beating
is the passion
that you coat it with.