can see scars so clearly,

and that you see mine I’m certain.

I’ve always liked a man in armor, 

with scars and marks to ease my, 

somewhat, troubled mind.

Perfectly imperfect; those are the words to describe you best.

So beautiful, perfectly handsome, 

with human emotions, dreams and fears.

A man who not easily shows his tears.

Not too proud, not too bold, 

not too flattering, and yet not at all cold.

Heaven, ‘tis you. 

It simply must be true.

I sense depth to match my bottomless emotions.

Without need for asking “why”, I feel the ground disappearing before my feet.

Falling into my certain demise,

I’m sure that this time, 

I’ll be comforted and reassured;

and not set aside.

Whether or not your embrace is for me, time will tell.

I sense within that this time it’ll still end well.

Fleeting love; moments of joy.

My insecurity, I wonder if it shows.

Am I old, worn and tired?

Cold as well?

I can be so brutal when I want to be. 

Love isn’t my game; I don’t know how it’s played.

Set up the play for me and I’ll follow it through.

Just don’t leave me shackled and abused.

Love Story Interrupted: I pulled the trigger  

lovestoryinterrupted:

Questions asked in order
To save my life or will he take it again
The answer no to avoid death is just an other game
The answer yes would make it,
Make it go away the red stained skin could glisten under the moon and form pretty pictures to lead you to the bullet….

Do you believe in God?
…

THE WRITER'S ADDRESS: empty. 

thewritersaddress:

there are some days
where I am the vacant
bathroom stall awaiting use
moths and unfeeling spiders
become collectibles, sitting so
preserved, so untouched
in dust

there are days where my body
is another cavernous
space
and my heart
is a black hole, draining
all energy but never
ceasing to be…

The Dance

“How did this start?”
her eyes dance
as she asked.

“Just did!”
the grin stretched
across his face.

“When did it turn erotic?”
she wondered
serious now.

“Between breaths,”
he replied
his becoming erratic.

“All so quick,”
came her reply
as she loosened her bra.

“And so very hot,”
he said
as his cam lowered.

Wonderment lost
to passion and fantasy
with dreams of the future

Duck, duck, goose

Can I be a victim
of something you’ve done
I wouldn’t run
nor would I deny
you of every ounce
of your fun, select me
for the messenger
of next round of being
someone.

She is

mysearchforwisdom:

She is something
like the someone you know
and the something you don’t show
like the dream you hide
and the lie you love to deny
she is like the sea,
the pull of gravity
and the splashing foam
broken by the tide
she is the story
the energy of light
she is the day,
as it fades to night
she is like everything
she is life…. 

I just WRITE

I can’t talk to nobody,
I feel like nobody understands,
So I pick up some paper and grab me a pen.
You see me smile, but if you only knew
The things that I hold on to,
And just can’t seem to let go.
I know I must forgive and I said that I do,
But I don’t really think that I actually do.
Forgive my mother, my uncle, step dad, and aunt’s boyfriend
For the pain they put me through as a kid.
I spoke up, no one listened.
So it continued on and I just didn’t mention,
The things that went on in the middle of the night.
It happened before so maybe it’s all right.
At 5, at 8, at 9 and 10.
Over and over and over again.
She caught him, forgave, got married, nothing changed.
I’m over it now I really am.
I think about it every now and then.
Have trouble sleeping at night.
I laugh about it now, especially when I use to sleep with a knife.
I know the only way to get over it,
Is to open up and speak,
But when I spoke when I was younger,
No one heard me.
So you tell me, WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO,
When that voice in my head keeps saying,
You wasting your time no one cares about you.
I can’t shake that, I’ve believed that my whole life.
I’m just glad that God gave me a pen, paper, and the ability to write.
Cause when I feel like no hears me,
I just write.

Love Story Interrupted: Letter to my Son ( the unspoken words I long to say)  

lovestoryinterrupted:

Tommy I stand here as a very conflicted mom. Part of me wants my words to

burn in your soul like nothing you know, I want them to echo in your ears and be

felt in your bones morning noon and night… and there is the part of me that

remembers telling you I would love you always NO matter what and…

Love Story Interrupted: Storm of Love  

lovestoryinterrupted:

When thunder rolls through my life, and I am fighting myself again

when the skies are dark and I have no friends….

when I am afriad to let in the light and play with the shadows of yesterday

when I think all has ended and love only equels pain…..
Will you be able to weather the storm?


…

Sorrows song

lovestoryinterrupted:

so here it goes,
My sorrows song,
A song that’s short,
And not to long,
A silent pain, you’ll never feel,
A broken heart, that’ll never heal
How do you kill, A dying love,
One that you thought, was sent from above
One that brought so many lies and tears
One that you swore would last through the years
But now I lie here,
Broken in pain,
Clinging to life,
And whispering your name,
Now realizing you were never the one,
But now it’s to late, ‘cuz my song is done.