I am free from the past
I am free from the pain
I am free from your charms
I am free from your arms
I am free from the rollercoaster
The pain and the joys
The ups and the downs
And the highs and the lows
The buckle opened up
I took a step off
And after the fall
I wept on the floor
I wept and I prayed
I wept and I pained
And when it was over
For over it was
I stood back up
I gave it my all
I am standing again
I am standing
Once more
Nothing more to say
Nothing more to do
Nothing more to ponder
Nothing more to ask
The chain is broken
The lock is cracked
It’s now history
It’s over
It is over.
Should we?
Hell, yeah!
Kiss me.
A single spark
From your eyes was enough to
Ignite and set me alight
I threw off the shackles
That tied my wrists and bound my feet
To lose myself in reckless abandonment
And so it is and ever will be
That when I think of being free
It is those times when you had
Captured me
The words that had taken flight
And left a desolate plain behind –
My comfort on a stormy day
And my shelter from the rain
Returned to my mind
Returned to me
So I can craft
And form
And shape
And voice out loud
My soul that pleads
To speak
What is it about closure that is so satisfying
Is it the pain that stabbed when I
Read the one line I never wanted to read
The painful words I never wanted to hear
The brutal rejection that cut through me
The psychotic behavior that forced a result
That pushed your boundaries and
Pushed until finally you could take no more
Until finally you could take a stand
Until finally all the superficial niceties
The false fake sweet kind words
Evaporated
Fell away
And all that remained was a defiant
Rejection of all things that are me
What is it that is so satisfying
That shuts me down
That stills my conflict
And allows me to rest?
I wish I knew
I wish it wasn’t so
But now it’s over
I am full with a perverse satisfaction
That bears no apologetic shame
And finally I can
Heal.
The sweetest
Cruel addiction broke me apart
Leaving me with the lingering taste
Of a forbidden kiss
Craving more I turned on you
Turned on everything we had before
And now I’m broken
Torn in two
There’s nothing left for me to do
But tie my hands
And seal my mouth
Slice my fingers
And still my tongue
I ache
I crave
I desire
I lust
And at the end
There’s nothing left
There’s nothing left
But grainy sand
A shattered rock
And strands of
Dust
and so the wheel turned again
leaving one scene behind and
introducing another, the old
and the new, the past and the
present and the future, all
merging into one, evolving
and forming and changing,
never standing still, wisdom
of the ancients stand firm:
things change and things
falls apart and things come
together sometimes to
create
something new
I craved closure.
Finally, it’s closed.
The tip of my brush dips into the
Pot of thick black sticky paint
To smear across my face and
Skin and flesh, blocking out
Everything that causes my
Paining heart to cry
Unceasingly.
Is death a
Better
Option?
I paint some more.
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