I feel the scathed breeze
of your broken wing
brushing along side me,
swimming through ashes.
Your fettered feelings
lashing me
syllable after syllable.

The last time I’ll ever know
collapses in one frame
as sweetness of another
enters my soul.

I wish upon a distant star
to replace those tantalizing whispers
and truths unknown,
confusion and condemnation
that kiss
your ruptured heart.
My heart can take no more
for both crave
to be felt and sown.

I wear my shroud of truth
through your sea of darkness –-

let go and fall

you cannot negotiate
with madness --

that's beautiful

"i like that"

thank you

thanks slow *drinks*

Great write!