Blinded by the dark light that
Love brings, along with insecurities,
You press on.
Hands searching desperately, wildly grasping,
Sifting through pieces of broken hearts,
And the shattered glass from broken halos.

She laughs at the sound of
Tears falling and fears howling
As you quickly try to brush away the crumbs left by pain,
As you devour agony’s sweet, sweet leftovers,
Because not a trace should be left.
Soon all of your love becomes leftovers.

No one fully knows the pain, the fire
That your body consumes and is consumed by.
Angels cry out in a plea of desperation to set you free from torment,
They inhale deeply but then forget how to breathe.
Love and pain race deeply through your veins,
Like fingers they lace and intertwine, then teach your soul to dance.

Fearfully...

Tears of overwhelming need
Etch themselves into your pupils
And engrave their tiny bodies into the
Dimples lining your smile,
Mapping out the road made of broken glass,
Testing your trust, or the lack there of.

Love is a mystery, not a mistake.
Storms breathe in slow motion, as
The Angels finally exhale their cries.
You try to regain the strength it takes
To empty out your mind and spread its contents to find answers,
But the answers are hidden in between the lines.

I could carve out your heart
And hold it up to God’s nose
And he’d smell every lie that your innocence was told.
And only then be able to say that
“There is nothing more you could have done.
Only realize that every morning ends with a setting sun.”



She laughs at the sound of
Tears falling and fears howling
As you snatch the halo from your head.
“There is nothing more you could have done.
Only realize that every morning ends with a setting sun.”
But every evening leads the way for dawn again.