Ramblings

It is rapture and repelling...this reverse rewind of recycled remnants.

I don't remember the reason...but I fell, pell-mell; tumbling haphazardly, ziplining into the fine lines of loving you.

Now, it is left to forget and forsake, to break a stubborn will in loving you.

I miss you, I do...but for the better, the best, you do not feel as I reel...

Gentle is the slope away, to sway and swoon...

Only ruins are lovely.

Tied Down?

Funny, this family I thought so sure and true - only comes back to bite and maim.

We were meant for so long, to fight for a King...but we desolve, in some sick solemn sorts, to exact blame and punishment. I'm fed up and frustrated at so-called friends and fabrications of filaments...what was once light now feebly flickers into a mere waif of what once was...and I am sickened.

Emptiness knows not loneliness when that itself disappears.

Hollow the wind blows, hollow it sounds, hollow it rings true.

Maybe, when completely emptied, I can be filled up again.

My pride, may it falter, splutter, and peter out on the sidewalk, laid down and forgotten.

Fill me with the desire to love again, love You again, love people again.

Because now, it feels so wrong, so far gone....draw me again, because my edges have been smudged and blurred by erasers and traces of people who think I'm a mistake.

Help me remember ugliness is in the action and not in looks...my vanity and standards crack and shudder under your band of beauty...

Come find me, you know me and I desperately want to know You again.