I never thought you could break me
My love was steadfast, unending, resilient
You set out to prove me wrong, to the depths of hell you’d take me
A plan concocted, by an evil mind, so brilliant
Boasting helping hands, you refused to lend them
My heart a casualty to the siren song that was sung
Your words lie out in front of me, drawn across pages in between lines of ink. The sentiment expressed is one of hope and Love, yet the actions expressed thereafter are of apathy and indecision. The strings holding this heart together are sown by every one of your strokes of pen. But they are consequently severed by days of noncommunication and my own doubt. Every string cut, has brought pain and unmeasurable sorrow, yet the foolish hope I possess, manages to keep me from dying. Continue reading
The world has quite the way of telling its own story despite whether or not you want to hear it.
Have you noticed? It’s raining today… A man sits patiently beside the window staring out into the pouring rain. His gaze focused intently, as if he’s inspecting every drop for an answer. His eyes long for closure, you can just see it. The mans face is creased by years of joy. The lines on his cheeks run like valleys Continue reading
Repeating words in messages has become habit.
Minutes turn to hours, hours into days. The pain swells and fades like the tide and I can keep time with my emotions now.
Checking for your pulse in my pocket has become habit.
Nothing stops the butterflies when I feel it. Butterflies turning to bullets in an instant. Continue reading
A night spent blissfully absent from the occasion
A few hours exploring our hearts
Words spoken with unknown persuasion
Each dancing to our sound and playing our parts
It’s a peculiar thing when your heart is pounding for something it shouldn’t be. Or rather, someone… Dead set on a belief, in which life is so short as to not settle for anything less than perfect. It would seem though, that same life has other plans for you. When you’re so sure you’ve found something you can be content with. But therein lies the timeless dilemma. Is contentment anything short of disappointment in the grand scheme of things?
People spend their lives in a state of neutrality. Neutrality is not the way of living in which God intended for us to exemplify. As in faith, with Love, one cannot be lukewarm. We are destined to burn with vigor and passion. A life lived in simple satisfaction is a life wasted. So where do we draw the line? Continue reading
Mike Writes 