There is no straight path to walk on with the one you love. It could be broken, missing crucial foundation. Each step is expected to be a gift from above, but might be hellishly betrothed from below. Outside pressures and feelings may prey on your obtuseness to obscurity by your infatuation. How could a world filled with the purest love have its demons? When oppression and insecure drawbacks have a strong hold on your relationships well-being, the path becomes a maze. Taughting til the end is uncertainty laced insecurity. Strong will and unconditional love are what carry you both together to a life of eternal love.
I feel the hate somewhere between
each sturdy rib
holding together stronger than your kin
plunging deeper than the small of my neck
in a suffocating grasp.
Your hands have turned warm
forcibly scorched
like two stones spark,
catching flames matching those
you send through my veins,
shooting through the emptiness in my chest
bringing no light, only heat
unbearable, inextinguishable.
Your silent words steal each breath
shorter than the last,
finding comfort in resentment
as it gives me life
you life
us life.
what life is this.
One born on disapproval
grown by comparison
of what use to be,
yearning to return to.
Brightened only by jealousy
and the love she gains from the
commitments she breaks.
You’re her trophy
in which she must always take.
Homeless, loveless, selfish
she grows
sunflowers to the son
knowing only that
love and acceptance have carried her
closer to your heart
than I have to your home.
Unintentional you claim
for the biological blood you slain.
He hurts just like me
but I steal his pain away.
No nurture, only nails
through each fingers is boarded
to pallets of peace
in hands raised,
a martyr accepting ‘World’s Worst.’
It is a constant fight
Colosseum front seating
betting all on puppy love
to see your prized possession
wear proud the laurel leaves.
You’re the blinding dust,
which I’ve lost my direction.
You’re the crowds chanting other names,
blocking his truth from lies.
You’re the stealthy tiger,
feasting on each limb.
Shocked, widen eyes
you do not hear me scream.
Fighting for the home in his heart
is nothing but a hellish, beautiful dream.
