The Traveler

He entered a world of broken roads and crumbled dreams. On a path he knew few had ever traveled, yet she knew all too well.
All the signs told him of the dangers. Do not enter! He looked ahead where she stood amongst all the wreckage gazing back at him with a haunted look in her eyes. The chill that ran through him only pushed him forward verses deter him.
He stumbled and staggered through the path as though he was in total darkness. All the while he watched as she appeared to elegantly glide through the rubble and path cracked by destruction. He has fallen so many times and has only covered a short distance that he becomes afraid he may never catch up to her. In that moment when he starts to feel weakness creeping in he calls out to her. She stops and gradually turns to see his outstretched hand. Slowly she glides back toward him. She peers into his eyes with her haunted gaze and though his mind is screaming to look away he holds her stare. She was first to break and looks down to his extended hand. Reluctantly she gently takes hold.
They walked together. At first he focused only on the path and all the destruction wondering how he would ever get them to safety. Each passing thought brought pain, fear, anxiety that he may fail which seemed to only add to the destruction around them. He became consumed by the path and fell. He looked up at her in amazement as she floated next to him helping him back to his feet. She looked so fragile how can she so easily maneuver through all this destruction? She lifted his chin to bring his attention away from the chaotic world surrounding them to her haunted eyes. This time she held his stare. He saw through her distressed eyes to who she really was and at that moment a smile crossed her face.
He instantly noticed a difference in his journey. Soon he didn’t see the path or its destruction at all. He never thought to question just how he found this world. Realization sinks in that his own agony was the key that opened his awareness to this place. The moment he arrived he was only focused on the girl. He had only fooled himself thinking he was entering this world drawn in by the urge to save her. He was not just a visitor he was the newest creator. With a fresh understanding he looked back at her. The smile had left her face and her haunted eyes filled with sadness.
They met on a broken road that few had traveled. She knew the path well.

The Plan

They say it always gets worse before it can get better. She thinks she has it all figured out. She knows exactly what it will take to break her free of the chains that hold her from moving forward. She has examined all possibilities and the end result she decide to let in, be consumed knowing it will prove what her mind has been telling her heart all along. As the moment presents itself her mind pulls to create one last chance before resorting to the plan to damage the heart. She is her own worst enemy; self-destructive is the only way she has ever known. Create a pain so large that it engulfs her so there is no chance of even a crack being left to allow in hope that comes from words holding empty promises. In this seemly perfect plan she the sole victim.

Disappointment

You fight with weapons in the form of words.

Turning them to poison slowly absorbing through her veins.

Proving her wrong for believing in endless possibilities.

She counted on you.

Now she counts the fresh wounds of your words against her past scars.

Slap her down just to pick her up.

She hides her tears with and empty smile.

Sleepless nights filled with thoughts of what she could have done differently.

She's not here

The person you seek no longer exists.

Why are you shocked you never really wanted her anyway.

You are as guilty as all the rest trying to make her into what she never was.

Don't throw the guilt trips and play the sweet game.

It only adds to the painful resolve.

Why keep knocking, when there will be no answer.

The smile from the understanding friend has long vanished.

Today you need to feel wanted.

You can't get that from the one you desire you go looking for a stand in.

Waive your magic wand oh great magician and turn her into what you desire.

When the smoke clears and the dusts settles you know it was all just an illusion.

Go ahead bang on the door.

Hell, Kick.....Scream

Realize what you lost????

It won't change the fact that SHE'S NOT HERE!

Cloak Of Darkness

"It could have been prevented"…A hushed voice whispered. "She only fooled herself. "
Words flooded in like water from a broken damn to awaken her from her fantasy.
"Did she think she could really matter?"
She is held paralyzed by the power his words have over her.
"The fool could not see I always held her happiness just out of reach?"
The water quickly rises.


I have to break free and find safety, but the shackles of his words become so tight they begin to cut threw my flesh. Waves of burning sensations come as the water laps against the opening wounds and mixes with my blood. I thought he was a savior sent to come lift me from the darkness. I did not notice he was actually stealing what little light I had left. The water starts to close in around my throat, panic has fully set in. The more I struggle the more water my lungs take on. How could I have trusted you just because you said you were different? Why did I open up again just to be broken down? What was the point? You turned into the very thing you said you were protecting me against. The burning has settled into my lungs. My vision is blurry from my futile struggle against the rising water and my thrashing to free myself. My body craves the air that is obtained just above the surface.


Held down by the weight of what never will be the cloak of darkness surrounded her.
"It could have been prevented"…A hushed voice whispered.

That Guy

I focus on him trapped by his game.
Wishing this time it would not be the same.
Would you run like all the rest?
When you discover the feelings that I suppress.

I focus on him desperate to break the mold.
Thoughts of you help me withhold.
So many things I wish you could know.
If I could open my heart just to show.

I focus on him to keep you at bay.
So my feelings for you don’t go astray.
The day I laid my head upon your lap.
The emotions hit me like a slap.

I focus on him hoping to occupy one thought.
I can’t risk this fragile heart being caught.
The connection with you has come so fast.
I often question if we met in the past.

I focus on him to keep reality in mind.
A remembrance that karma can be unkind.
I can’t take the chance of losing you too.
I fear it will come if we pursue.

I focus on him because he is my pain
Otherwise this lesson was all in vain.
Like him your future is already taken.
So I won’t let these walls start breaking.

I focus on him don’t you see
So I don’t repeat the past with thee!

Negativity

Jealously is a razor.
Sharp, painful
Slicing through
Never stopping
Until the last drop
Is spilled.
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Anger is a canned soda.
Bottled up
Held tightly
Lose your grip
And it will explode!

He Said - She Said

Open your heart and tear down your walls.
- Choose your words wisely you might just get what you wish for.

Tell me what is weighing on your soul I will not judge.
- Love does not leave in a second if it runs deep, I may stumble but my resolve is strong.

I want to know all of you.
- If I told you would you honestly see the real me?

If you truly love someone you can see past their flaws.
- You have built me so high up on a pedestal the only option left is to fall.

Be careful what you do or say because you can make someone fall in love with you .
- Love is unavailable when you are the one fated to be in second place.

We may just be soul mates.
- Reality can make even the kindest of words painful.