The distance is what makes it so hard
To be here, so far away from your side
To be here, as if snared in the lies
That you miss me as I long for times gone by.

To know what I had… To let it all go...
Your smile, your laugh and your touch
To know they are gone, never to return
It tears me asunder, it saps my soul...

The realization is what makes it so hard
To know that you were never mine
I could have had it, but I couldn’t grasp
It slipped my fingers, how could I be that blind?!

The shadows are what make it so hard
To let go of your memory and bury you in the past
I feel it clawing at me, it is screaming so loud
It won´t let me forget and it brings me down under its weight
As I measure this sadness in pounds
My failure streches on for miles
And liters of tears flow from my eyes
If only I could purge these hours from time...

And it is there, as it has been since the first day
The emptiness, the silence, the space
As time ebbs away, and life goes on
Mine came to an end
The moment I let you go.

She was made out of ribbons and butterflies
She floated with a tragic grace and a melancholy smile painted on her face
She only existed by the magic and wonder of lost yesterdays
There was a quite storm of rage and sorrow trapped in her eyes
She found comfort in the fingertips of deaths cold grip
Though she could no more die than she could sleep or dream
And she could not sleep or dream for she was made of dreams
She lived in streches of hours and days
And inbetween seconds and flashes
She was neither here or there
But always everywhere
The ocean crashed and rolled within the threads of her hair
Tidal waves of mist hid her ever flowing tears
In moments of secrecy she prayed for the extinction of ribbons
And of a burning blaze to consume the last wing of all butterflies

A combination of yours and mine
my smile and yours
torn at the hedges
combined at the soul

wrinkled in certain places
thoughts dug in holes for me to hold

lest your mortal words from your physical tongue
sing to me in silent echos
and watch my body unfold

the veins in your eyes are red
and your pupils are streched
by simply watching me lay lifeless on this sephia toned bed
and when your hand streches forward
to calm my brutal needs
on to your lips my body feeds

and I forget that

one of the most deadly sins is
greed

when I intertwine
and when my body curves
its like the grapevine in the old forest that has been growing on the same rusty metal for 100 years
on the house that belonged to a joyful yet poor woman
when I tread its torwards thus which captivates me.
bewilderment has taken its place in whats now the refuge.
home in the ingenius of another mind

your prose streches out to me and your words like orchids
brushed upon my mind like a thousand drops of incoherent happiness
and when your eyes turn to the light of my direction
they tap into my universe
and everytime they multiply endlessly
my world expands to be filled with more tenderness and elaborate abundance
I dive into an ocean so deep
and my lungs
they dont
collapse
you have taken me to places in where I didnt know I could survive
bleeding happiness
you stab me with a knife a thousand times everytime you say my name

The Pulsing
Yellow Ribbon
Flashes by
my window
only broken
by the
Barren streches
of Darkness