It's Zenobia

The clock strikes  midnight and a year is gone along with my heart set sail  and carried away  by the winds  of mistake  and I ache as I see in his eyes the whys  and the hows and now  that is no longer us  and I hurt  that I built this ship off the brittle bones of a broken past and I tried in earnest  to steer clear of winds so rough they'd break us but I failed  and our ship  holds he alone  and I fear that it has sailed off, away, for good and I would  give all that I am  to turn back the hands and give myself again and offer a better end I can only hope  against hope that we meet again  because I am  and will always be in love  with him

This friendship  That I bear for the future Leaves my heart  Out on the line To dry out in the sun To sag under the weight  Of the storms And more  Often than not  To chill in the wake Of us  As our temperature drops  Drops  Drops And it stops My heart And stutters  And starts And the air in my lungs Is heavy and thick And it’s as if I’m breathing in  A fog And I’m not  Supposed to say  That I’m having trouble breathing Or seeing past it  But that’s it That’s all I feel And I am becoming  Someone I no longer  Recognize  But I  Said that I would And I should  For us  For just  The thought of a maybe Lately that seems to be enough So my heart  Is out on that line  Exposed  I suppose for the best intentions So I won’t mention That it’s heavy  And it’s ready As I speak  To break  Out in that heat To freeze out in that cold To drown in the rain In an effort to sus...

I need to remember it  Like it was yesterday  The good yesterday Not the one that broke my heart But it’s hard These days to know  The difference It’s different  Than it used to be We use to be Soft words  And smiles And while we were These things The end crept in  Disguised as baggage It ravaged  From the inside out Smiles began to harden Hugs faded quietly to black  In fact The darkness came upon us  Like a fog  Caressing us,  Enveloping our sense of us Ensuring of its doubtless truth And we believed We began to see Shadows where once there was clarity Weakness where once we felt strength It whispered to us And guided us away  From the home that we were And as the last of our fingertips touched We rushed  To savor the taste of anger, and pain To shout our truths  Harshly into the wind To be the one who owned The most hurt, the most suffering “There is no victim greater than I” Is the anthem that plagued us  Tha...

In the daylight we are ghosts floating past each other swiftly the only proof of our presence the buzz of electricity out of anger, pain, fear but when  the night arrives you and I  beneath the sheets beneath the roof  that sits quiet beneath the dark sky and stars we are far away at first but like a magnet we are drawn  nearer and nearer and the hum and heat of skin on skin is low and steady and gracious in it's comfort as we become again  the pain slips away and in its place an ache a need and we reach out in silence and hold tightly  to this moment fingers graze my temple my neck, my back  and I inhale  and exhale slowly so as not to shatter into the million pieces that scream inside and I too let my hands arrive at the surface  of your skin and whisper to the night to never leave so that we  can stay alive this way for always alive this way alive