The woman of my soul dances with the men around her.
The girl inside cherishes treasured moments.
The friend within has souls that circle in silence
With the oceans’ rough rumble of dark depths,
There is peacefulness found only in the
Eb and flow found in coexistence.
I want all of that and more.

But how can my words touch the sky,
Fill the air with the impossible
When you make the world a shattered arena
Of lost hope, empty dreams, and destroyed hearts?

You once told me I was beautiful.
The paintbrush in your hand
Sketched a dream so bright
That I felt like a star;
Lit up by photographers and nightlife,
The hope you gave me was infinite.

It was the e to the x on a limit to
Never ending inspiration.
So clear, you were my muse.

No song so light-hearted, no words so inspired.
I wrote a million tidbits of never-ending stories,
Because how do you write the ending of an emotion
That’s supposed to go on forever.

There is pain and a desire for a change
That is at times so unbearable,
The only freedom is within a dream.
It is not enough to imagine,
But to grasp the well-muscled back of a rock
That knows how to be steady in a field of relentless wind.
This moment will be a sanctuary.

You promised me the world.
And then you ripped over my control,
Shattered my order,
And made a mess out of the room that I had long ago packed away.

I want to feel again, sleep peacefully, love restlessly.
The moments that take my breath away are to be frequent;
My eyes will open to the majestic wonder of the world.
Free from fear, free from longing.

Except that was every promise you intended to break.

My past flew back with the bad keys,
The slamming down on your beloved Baby Grand
That was just a gift—
Sold to some parts store meant only for destruction.

I wrote my dreams for you on sticky notes
That lost their gluey will to stay stuck to the
Flat, never ending surface that was our destiny.

Because to you baby, I was something trivial,
Passed on by critics for the sake of keeping it alive.

And I watched those dreams shatter today.
I let the tears dribble and drop,
Like the rain onto a world that only hates;
And the unburdened innocents
Put up barriers to protect themselves—
Layers upon layers to keep the torrential downpour of emotion from ruining their semblance of perfection.

And the throws of passion that flew were nothing.
Held high by a puff of hot hair and a balloon so bright,
They filled the sky with surreal color and design.
The high and mighty rip at the seems of a false lull,
Left to simply free fall, past reason, love, and desperation.
Lost only to those who look, and those who see.

Despite all odds, you must not have sliced into my heart quite deep enough,
Because as I found myself crashing, my wings sprung free.