Love story Interrupted.

I used the broken pieces

Of your glass innocence

To cut my own soul

And curse my presence

What she did to you

Took you apart

You were hurt and confused

She held your heart

But she was me

And I had the glass

And stabbed your heart

So it wouldn’t last

For every hit

Was filled with spite

Why were you hers

And not my knight?

But you woke up

And then moved on

To hurt young girls

With your songs

Then they come to me

With no more glow

And hand me their hearts

To mend and sew

I sit and listen

To what you have done

But I have no string

To make them one

I just have the glass

That you gave to her

Covered in our blood

Of what we were

You still do not know

I’m not just a blur

For she was me

And I was her

The unspoken words in your eyes

BURN

Into my soul like

A wild fire

Consumes a forest

They ignite

A passion

ONLY

You

Can

Destroy

With the words you speak…

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”

(― Bob Marley)

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I have lavished your wonders
and shriveled up in your hands
Took breaths between each kiss
and grasped whatever is left
My mind has seen stars and my
eyes remain in the dark ‘cause
most of my images of you are
living in my sleep

I’ve gathered more than I
can swallow — jostling your
being into my stomach to occupy
the butterflies; but you
flutter as well

So tonight I’ll take your life
and inhale your lungs ‘til
my body collapses without
a gasp

The four empty rooms are yours
Spaciously awaiting occupancy
With shutters that open to a southern exposure
(if only they were opened
with the hands you
lovingly
called soft)
And frighten the universe of settled dust
Into a frenzy of sun and shadows

I spend my nights
Hunched over small pieces of paper
Fragments of the day I’ve collected
Things I think might make you laugh

Your laugh is unique
It’s loud and sharp and beautiful
You cover your mouth, barely controlling it
It’s fuel

I work until dawn, burning the midnight oil.
Refining my lines
Hoping they’ll hit you just right
A giggle gusher

I want to turn the music back on, walk once more around the circle, and then shove away the kid who has been hovering over you.

I take it back. You’re not the chair, you’re not the children shoving for a spot, you’re the music, and when he hits the switch I’m left standing, trying to remember the melody.

I don’t like this game. I want to hold your hand, but the ring gets in the way

I KNOW my Love by his way of walking, 
And I know my love by his way of talking, 
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue, 
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do? 
And still she cried, “I love him the best, 
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,” 
And still she cried, “Bonny boys are few, 
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?” 

There is a dance house in Mar’dyke, 
And there my true love goes every night; 
He takes a strange one upon his knee, 
And don’t you think, now, that vexes me? 
And still she cried, “I love him the best, 
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,” 
And still she cried, “Bonny boys are few, 
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?” 

If my Love knew I could wash and wring, 
If my Love knew I could weave and spin, 
I would make a dress all of the finest kind, 
But the want of money, sure, leaves me behind. 

And still she cried, “I love him the best, 
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,” 
And still she cried, “Bonny boys are few, 
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?” 

I know my Love is an arrant rover, 
I know he’ll wander the wide world over, 
In dear old Ireland he’ll no longer tarry, 
And an English one he is sure to marry. 
And still she cried, “I love him the best, 
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,” 
And still she cried, “Bonny boys are few, 
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?” 

Let’s not look back
At what’s been done
If we get bad feelings
From them we should run

From this point on
Let’s get rid of the past
And focus on our future
This way we can last

So what do you say
Do you want to start new
I need you in my life
I hope you need me too