Why is it taking so long to repair my heart.

Hands hold, fitting perfectly together, never letting go.
Anothers eyes beckon
in vain.
I am who he sees.
Touching lips sublimely
Others lips beckoned sweetly
in vain.
I am who he kisses.
Arms wrapped comforting.
Others arms beckoned temptingly
in vain.
I am who he feels.
Do dreams do come true?

Sentimental Fool

Sentimental fool and the resourceful tool.
Blinding reality, temptation is everywhere.
Don't speak.
What makes us who we are is what we do,
How we treat those close to us and how we treat the few.
Belief in the truth not in the ultimate good.
Resist darkness for it is everywhere even if not chosen to be seen.
People are not always who they seem.
They can stomp on hearts to satisfy their own,
and they always stomp on the sentimental fool.

The soul finds no space in the clouds. The sky is crowded. The stars weep.

I lay myself down then close my eyes and in that moment between sleep and wake, I feel my soul leave.

reciprocity

I've been taking care of people practically my whole life. I still am because it's in my heart. I want someone in my life who wants to take care of me and will take care of me. It's difficult when the one you love would rather be with other people.

The stars of the night are calling me home. That is where I belong. That is where my souls half resides. Oh that million mile separation burns through my core and leaves my ashes forever trapped in this limbo of my own creation.