When You Chose to Leave

Spare me the shivers of a love 

Colder than a scorned lover’s heart

Sing me a lullaby as soothing 

As the horizon at the crack of dawn

Watch my thorns bloom into roses 

That have lost their desire to trust,

My love was a jacket you wore until 

Your goosebumps found a place to stay

Now you know how the very pieces 

That made you whole are not enough

You pick apart the very foundation that built 

The parts of you, you always chose to hide

A bride of demise, you watched me lose myself 

In the very arms your new lover calls home

Carry the ashes of our love to sleep, 

Keep them by your bedside because the phoenix 

You hope will rise again when you call out its name, 

Is buried beneath the very feet you watched bleed

When you turned your back and chose to leave.

Her

Her feet fade in the light 

Where all is supposed to shine,

Her shadow hugs the depth of her

Growing urge to remain visible,

I’ve seen her livelier than tonight

I can tell she’s on the verge

Of letting all her scars heal,

Her feet bleed with every step

She takes away from me,

Joined at the hip

Those sad eyes used to carry 

The very fibers of the life

We promised each other

Till death do us part

You were the rain that watered

All the parts of me that promised to sprout

In a world where all my brightness

Carries the roses you used to love

I yearn to see tomorrow through your eyes.

Death

Ripping the roots from its very stem

She leaves a trail even the darkness watches 

In awe, 

Long are her arms, which cover even the furthest 

Covered in the riches dug out by hands

She picks and chooses, breaking and bruising

The core meaning of our very own existence

Leaving the very stones, we curved our faces with

Turned against our mortal shells

Where she has stepped, hymns follow her footsteps,

Step after step, revealing a plethora of black, 

When she sinks her teeth in the very skin 

That has healed even the deepest of cuts, 

Victory is always hers, and hers alone, 

She is a language connecting us all, 

An ending that is perhaps a beginning …

These Walls

These walls are not just cold tonight

They hang skeletons my closet can’t

Seem to swallow at the crack of dawn,

They hold on tightly to the echoes

Of my bated breath when the sun caves in,

Standing tall, dressed in the beautiful scars

Of regret, they continue mourning 

The countless storms that have reached the shore

Standing tall, they wear both my knuckles like art

These walls are not just cold tonight,

They’ve seen my smile make a crescent moon frown

They continue searching my soul for the parts of me

You took with you,

When you left my defenses on the ground.