You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.

Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind…that’s where I find you.

Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.

I die a little,In the echo of your silence.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

Bridge burned from end to end,and I don’t miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI’ve birthed freedom.

I’ve never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you…now who will save me.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.

I can’t love anymore.Except for you…I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.