Hollow
heart
beating
on
hallowed
ground.

The days
grow
longer.

Spinning

in circles

like I'm lost

and this world

is far too much

to handle.

But how do I tell him

that I need him?

That I am drowning slowly

and need a hand to save me.

How do I tell you?

That each breath

feels like my last.

I am all choked up on

each and every goodbye

Because some days I wish

I had the courage to mean it.  

To let it go.  

To Breathe

My heart
crushes me.

I cannot breathe.

And yet again
I'm all choked up.

Staring the lie
right in the eyes
wondering
if I'll make it out
of this
alive.

There is no running
no,
not this time.

I've been running
for far too long.

If only I could breathe.

God.

If only I could
breathe.

I was among the greats long forgotten in a list of could-have-beens.

Looking Up From Below

I don't think
that I can ever go back.

It is not like I don't want to.

I just shouldn't.

I am a new person,
someone different
from the one I used to know.

I don't think
that I will ever go back.

It is too much pain
too much to go through again.

And if you could see
how much my heart bleeds
for you

You would understand.

I can never go back.
Not ever.

I remind myself
that this is the same place
that we used to share
but now
I am not so sure.

Without your presence
it feels all wrong
-empty

Returning to a painting
to see the focal point is gone

Reading an old book
to discover the main character
was left out.

A long ago memory
without anyone
to share it with.

But I remind myself
This is where we once
called "home".

Salvation.

Lost

with no thought

of coming 

back.

Lost 

with no hope

of being

saved.

Lost.

Just lost

in this world

without

a place

to call 

home.