Past his soul

Try to fix what is broken... seperatly.

He stares at me.

With sad eyes tired from crying..

   Dry like the sahara desert red..

      Cracked now set off looking for a difference, change.

A joint journey seperated into single paths,

   Destiny twists,

      Turns our stomachs into revolving tides of sea storms crashing,

Thrusting inside patched up hearts.

Like violent Volacanic erruptions thoughts,

Feelings never anticipated for having,

All is not yet lost but not won.

If he provides the band aides,

Then I can bring the super glue and maybe we can fixed the smashed hearts laying on each others door steps.

Step by step inching closer and closer,

A bond more courageous reinforced by the realization for what has yet to be lost,

What still needs to be created and what has been the defination of us.

Imperfect touches, faultless words.

Imperfect people search for a perfection all ready obtained under the nose hairs on our faces. 

Blamless actions blamed on the lack of allowing our flowers blossom to everything we ever wanted.

Precisely placed bricks build with love sweatng blood from our fears.

Crumbling structures, collapsed once.. but rebuild higher stronger,

For nothing more than the achievement of saying our love is lost.

A transalation of foreign affairs allowed sight to be lost from the moments we have had at hand.

Throwing memories into garbage cans. His internal tormoil is his own to have and mines,

Sits on the bunsen burner of a  broken heart the basis for  a chemstry test.

With it being just that a test.

He cant look at me for the fear of falling and I cant return a gaze,

   I know that I have already fallen.

But I put my blinders on so I see not the sun shinning in paradise...

Erasing memories in the form of pictures,

Priceless moments capturing hearts and souls.

Poetry once made in motion,

Souls forever captured in moments of bliss now painful erasing the past.

Move on or stand still what ever my will needs be accomplished.

Though the future maybe hazy,

Unsturdy and unclear I wrap my arms around the warm embrace of change.