A Floor Not Walked.

Groaning walls

[protect]

whispered secrets

shared in eager caresses

about nothing

and

everything.

Dusty shelves

[collect]

well manicured fingerprints

as she leaves t r a i l s

of trembling excitement

along my body

and

mind.

Tranquil decorations

[witness]

the hushed justifications

of passion

pouring profusely

from well meant uttering

and

choked yearning.

Burning single pages

from a story

not yet told

and

destroying evidence

of a silent

aphrodisiac

reflecting a fluent

perfection

that can only be believed

when f l o w i n g

from

supple lips

and

techniqued tongues.

Glowing lights

[neglect]

a concealed darkness

that crawls beneath the sheets,

along her skin

while trying to become

her distraction

and

her everything.

All We Ever Do Is Say Goodbye

Headlights catching

in the fogs of forgotten yesterdays

with a [memory]

susceptible to the longings for truth

Pleas for help

get lost in the translation of missed dates

Bitter-sweet endings drag the slurping rejection

forward

[enveloping] every image of warmth

I m i s s y o u

Slicing daggers destroy

the foundations I am built upon

blades dicing

through the aspirations of our (my) naivety

screams e c h o

from beyond the snow laden grounds

a distinct sound of a gruesome and violent loss

and the blood [drips] still

I m i s s y o u

Songs are sung

in a choir of destruction and tyranny

Crescendos of impacted lives

[and snubbed cliques]

Pillows soak the remnants of everything that was

misplaced words produce salted and unwanted thoughts

[Conquering] every hope that lives on

I m i s s y o u

A hero demoted in an instant of sheer humiliation

his cape hung

on the hooks of fear and regret

Eyes burning

through the mist of tears and saliva

A degradation so intense,the burns refuse to heal

[Replacing] the smile I love(d)

I m i s s y o u

A soul left battered

for forensics and the undertakers

A life

no longer mine

[but no longer yours]

Death by misuse

[and sheer abandonment[

Track marks left in my skin for once

Gyrating war-cries rip the tense air

A seething face left

to haunt my every wish,

my every need,

my every.. you.

A soldier killed for going MIA

and awarded a

medal of hatred

Total disregard

for suffering

and

captured flaws

A punishment

deserved

yet totally uncalled for

Poisoning today

with infringements of trust

stitches holding together the seams of who I am

and yet..

Still..

I m i s s y o u

Growth

Dusty toes kicking up dreams

of days gone past

when dreams were caught

so easily;

unashamedly

in jam jars sealed with

waxy innocence.

When the grass rots

fleetingly

and hedgerows surpass your eyeline

gardeners delve into the ditches of

gluttony

and gas inflated egos.

Clouds shape into the visions of the future

rabbits yielding machetes

and smiling terror

tracing silhouettes of your voice

on the palm of my hand

silver rings hugging

the fears of disloyal teddy bears.

Glass shatters

so sporadically

on the wings of horseflies

and the points of nettles

Tears are spilled with the sting

of torn knees.

Time destroys youth

Such simplicity gripped by the big hand

and smashed by the little

We grow up

and the magic dies-

logically.

All Nighter Numbness

I know they are working. Despite the fact that I had everything I have ever feared thrown at me in the past four hours, I am unable to get emotional over it. My mind just drifted over to something completely different. I feel kind of guilty for letting any sort of positivity stream into my mind but I need it. Now, more than ever, I need it. My mind has been numbed so much that I am not freaking out or running away from what he said to me, I am just kind of accepting it honesty.

I don't know what I am trying to say One of those side effects they forget to tell you.

"Yeah, you will be fine; you won't go crazy, but, you won't know what the hell you are thinking or trying to say either. Enjoy kiddies."

I hate this. I hate not knowing how I feel. I just sort of am? I know I am unable to handle the sheer magnitude of emotion that could be crippling me right now though, so I am just going to put up with it.

I wish he would talk to me. I really do. I miss him, and need him more than I need anyone in this second. I wish he wasn't angry with me or that he didn't blame me. I'd do anything to prove to him that it wasn't me, that I didn't do this. Literally anything. I shouldn't jump to him so much but he is the only one that will always have my back when I need it, except this once.

He doesn't know that I am the one talking to the doctors.

He doesn't know that I am the one that will make the final decision.

He doesn't know that I am the one talking to the Funeral Home.

He doesn't know that I am the one trying to get Fi clean so that she can mourn her daughter.

As far as he is concerned I am ignoring the whole situation.

At this point though, if he thinks so little of me or who I am, what is the point in telling him that. I am pretty sure he will just assume I am lying to him anyway. I want to prove to him that I am not the selfish fuck up he knows me to be, and that I am trying to help in whatever small way I can. I just refuse to resort to playing "Show n' Tell" with him. I'm not doing this for him. I'm doing this so that no one else has to. I'm doing this, because it is the only way I can have her back on this one.

I am doing this for her.

Like I said though, I wish I didn't have to do it alone.

I simply just don't have a choice in the matter; I'm fated to deal with it all on my own.

The Rain Was The Only Witness

The rain was the only witness.

Pain scorched down and wood met bone. My fight was running its course and I couldn't find a place to hide. She turned up.

"Keep breathing, Babe. I'm here now."

She shouldn't have come. It wasn't her fight. It wasn't even my fight anymore but I had taken the reins and I wasn't going to back down.

"Never go down without a fight, Babe."

I never do. Ever. I just think that if you are now, why can't I? Why aren't you pulling through this. You are a soldier. You're supposed to be able for this. You weren't supposed to be the one I lost. It was always going to be the other way around. You saved my life. You should have let me be the one to take this.

"The wrong person was in that fucking car."

Yeah. I know. I always know what you're thinking, you don't even have to say it.

You always know what I am thinking, which is exactly why you do. You know how to make me feel, especially when I don't want to.

"He's just upset."

No. He's just honest. It was always the way things were supposed to be. It is the natural order that I would be the one lost.

So Stupid.

"Just keep going, babe. You know you're not weak."

I'm not strong either. I'm not able to do this. Positivity just isn't an option right now when all I can hear are the voices that cut through any confidence I can muster up.

"I am fucking untouchable."

Such silly immaturity. Such a hard headed way of looking at things. Machines beep to keep you alive and I know that you're probably wondering what all the fuss is about.

The clocks keep moving and the rain is the only witness.

If I think about every memory that involves you, it kills me. If I think of your laugh or how you used that voice to get me to do things for you. If I allow myself to remember that conversation where I cried about him, I can't help but break down. You always knew how to fix everything. You only talked to me because of him, but stood by me even when he wouldn't. You understood me more than most because you went through it with me. Now, every comfort I once had causes me nothing but pain. I can't breathe. I can't see past the fact that a I type this, you are idly fighting for your life and I am not there to help you. I am not there by your side during the biggest battle of your life, even when I swore blind that I would be. Do you remember that day we made those promises? I won't back out, but know that if it comes to that, he will hate me forever.

Turns out it's a habit of mine.

How can I honestly live while I know you can't? How can I bring myself to face him, when I know he blames me for everything. I am willing to take his blame as long as it makes him better. I can't stand to see him hurt. I am getting unnecessarily angry with stupid stuff that shouldn't even matter. I just want to be there. I know I can't help, but I can at least be there for someone instead of stuck here doing shit all and wondering if he is hating me as much as I do.

"I could never hate either of you."

Turns out you were wrong. I'm sorry, I truly am. I know you hate me, and I shouldn't expect any different after everything, but not this. I didn't do this. You know I would have put myself in that car sooner than I'd have let anyone get into it. I just need you right now. A lot. I can't do this on my own, Jack. I can't. Do you realise that I care more about your opinion of me than I do for even my own? Don't hate me for the wrong reasons, please?

"Why the fuck did you follow me down?"

"Because you would do the exact same thing for me."

I am sorry.

I will never forgive myself.

"If this was the last day of our lives, what would you do?"

Not this.

Axe Murderer

I am so lost, I think I might be numb. I don't know.

I am so self involved that I can't make a right move. I don't know how to deal with all of this properly. Who can I honestly turn to right now? I'm taking so many people down that I'm pretty sure I am standing alone in all of this. What do you honestly do when your whole life is crashing around your ears while you're trying to hold up the lives of other people?

Old habits die hard.

I'm tempted. I'm trying so hard to cope right now, it's only a matter of time before I buckle.

I am not strong enough to keep my head above water any more.

I am not able to keep everything standing.

I'm sorry.

I wish I could help.

I'm making things worse.

I wish I could just disappear.

Nothing can go wrong, and I can't hurt anyone.

I don't even have the strength for that, to be honest.