U

Today is the day.

A day of fresh beginnings.

The start of a new life.

Yesterday was a storm

tomorrow is unknown

But at least today can be spent

with whoever brings joy

to your simple days.

Yes, it’s a day you’ve been planning

with dreams of dresses and flowers

wondering what music, who should sing

and why is my father not giving you a dower.

Today is about U.

Tomorrow can be about I.

Right now, though,

we are waiting to be UnifIed.

Stolen Spring

We sat together under the blue sky

near a tree that stood rather shyly

in the middle of a field of green

it was the only thing to be seen.

Under that tree we napped and

talked about what was at hand

anything, from the sky, to the clouds

everything around us was so proud

that we could not help but feel

insignificant compared to the massive

world around us. But then the missive

came and you fell like a rock through air

and once you touched the ground broke

all that was left of your majesty was

a dead stare

that pushed me away though I know

you never wanted me to leave.

You wrote each day to try to return

to the days that had past

but that man you married, the one

instead of me, cheated and loved another.

Instead of running to me you ran away from

all masculinity, cursed us and filled my heart

with darkness and regret for having not

told you what I wanted.

A proposal, sprung upon you

on the brightest day of spring.

That day came and passed

I had failed

you were taken by another

a man, born to be my brother

but always jealous of my happiness

and in an attempt to take all in selfishness;

Stole you.

Fish

We, you and I, used to fish.

It wasn’t to eat or to brag

instead we did it because we had

nothing else to do and fishing used

so much of our free time. Such is the

way you and I lived for so long

talking about girls and women or

trying to figure out a way to describe

a simple cloud without just saying

“It’s a cloud, kay?”

Oh and women. I mentioned that right?

We talked about women a lot, always

comparing how popular we might be if women were like fish

but we still wouldn’t be ‘players’. I think that

was the pond’s fault not ours. Remember

that one day when we caught a crayfish?

Well if we don’t count grabbing them

I mean the one that grabbed onto the

fishing line

it was amazing right?

Until it fell

then it was kinda sad.

But we talked about women.

You told me that crappy pick up line

and then I tried it out, and the girl

almost immediately tried to make out with me

but she was drunk. I could have said anything

stupid and she would have tried.

Of course I never kissed her!

I’m saving myself for the person I love…

At least then, maybe she’ll feel happy

that I tried my best to make sure that she was

the one and only who has access to that side of

me.

Is that wrong?

Of course not.

I mean it’s like you.

Just because you like both men and women

doesn’t mean you are wrong

you just love more than others. It might

hurt when people call you names

or push you into things

or throw things at you

but you know as well as I

that those people aren’t worthy of your greatness

or your love.

 

At this point, all those fights shared

looked so silly

I guess maybe, given the circumstances

that it was fair.

But really it was just me

trying my best to hide the fact

that I like you.

Those fish we never caught

or those women we dreamed of,

all made up, but this, this is truth.

And only now that you’re gone

can I actually say it.

 

Wings of Pain

carry me through the wind.
Tempests and gales that blast through trees
crush mountains and force them to submit
bow before this wing I have.
It is a simple thing; a mark, a symbol of
experience. An experience haunting
even the brightest corridors of my life
reminding me how frail life is
how even in those moments when someone
pinches your arm because you weren’t wearing
green, or laughs at you when you ask why eggs
and bunnies to celebrate a man’s rebirth that
you had happiness or maybe it wasn’t so happy
but it wasn’t stained by this black ether this
screen of depression that has become the mode
of your life. Ironic; one obsession ruins something
you don’t even care that much about at the time,
but then…then you realize how much you craved it
how much it should have been your obsession. And
so it becomes; so much so that you almost forget
what ‘feeling’ really feels like. Numb, aching, crying
these are what you know, never love, warmth, or
tenderness.
This Wing I carry on my left shoulder is but a single
uselessly flapping wing. Only embracing another;
another like I, can we fly once again into happiness
into the joy of what we really need in life. But; with this
right hand I cannot hold you. It is cursed with hate
and death and only brings down what it touches…
Cling to me; please. I have dreamed of flying once again
and though nothing scary is in them; they terrify me! I’m
afraid because somehow I know that this will not happen
that our flight will crash and burn and that we will only be
capable of consoling each other after we have lost everything.
Or perhaps, is it because I do not have it; and yet is the sole thing
driving me forward. IF it is the sole object of my desire; I fear that
I am making it thousands of times more sensual, more joyful
more tender than it is and when I finally find it…I will be disappointed
and crush this golden pavilion called happiness in fire.
This wing that carries me through this life.
Let me fly in that cerulean sky

.

.

.

 

 

Aria of Jealousy

Perhaps… It was never meant to be.

That you should love all but me.

But that’s okay, I won’t capture you.

You’re free.

Free to love and live as you please.

But… please, I can barely stand when you look

at me with those eyes. It’s probably pity but

it looks like caring, feels like love, and my

heart mistakes it. Only to be crushed again and

again. When you lightly touch my hand it burns

for days, how can this not be love,

how can this feeling be mistaken so easily?

That feeling of seeing you smile, kiss, hug and

be with another? How can that boulder in my throat,

that throbbing in my chest be mistaken?

How is it that only around you am I capable of

smiling naturally? How is it that thinking of you helps

fend off the nightmares, while inside I wage wars

demanding my happiness! But craving yours!

These fights last for hours while I lay awake

trying to forget you, just trying to remove this

attraction to you from me… Or perhaps

trying to push it onto another. Knowing that

it’ll always fail to be transferred correctly.

Is this not love?

You told me that what I felt for you was

just ‘misconceived’, not love, but… something else.

How would you know this burning inside me?

You never once looked at me, you only saw what I showed

never what I wanted you to really see.

 

 

The way you laugh, the way you smile,

cling, and love someone else drive me into

a jealous frenzy fueled by pain and self-hate.

I want you to be happy! No, I want you to be

happy being with me, and only me.

But you are happy!

Just not through being with me. So I crush

every emotion in me down, hiding them in my broken

heart.

Always visible; never shown.

Part 1: A Dance with Blood Stained Leaves

[Excerpt Begin] ”

Princess arrived at our meeting place exactly at dawn, she looked at me and the Captain and sighed. She looked to the side, and I’m presuming that meant she was bored. We waited another three minutes and then the guy who was gonna help us from the Priest guild, Olacion Order, showed up. “Hyuh-Hyallo everyone!” he said. We all greeted him in unison, and the Captain began his job.

“Now that we’ve all arrived, I can explain what we are going to be doing. We will be escorting a dwarf wagon carrying supplies to the castle, and since we’re going to be near orc lands we must be on a close watch for Orc raiders.” He paused and looked me in the eyes, “I have explicit orders that we are to run if we are attacked by Orcs. I would prefer that you keep to those orders.” He finished, eyeing me more. I shrugged and Princess mumbled something. “Well then, since we’re all on the same page…Lets head out!” He said turning and walking right into a fatass who had snuck up behind him. The Captain gasped and bowed while he apologized. “Terribly sorry sir I wasn’t aware you were there!”

“You bumbling foo—I mean…Do not worry Captain Jolee. I was in your path.” He said. The Captain bowed more and sucked up to the guy even more. I looked over to Princess, who was glaring at the man who had appeared and I giggled a little. She was really cute when she glared at things.

The Captain heard me giggling and looked at me. I wasn’t showing any sign of respect, honor, or…well anything towards the fatass. The Captain promptly smacked me and said “Bow to his lordship!”

“Why.” I said, looking at the fatass who was in some rather nice looking duds… well for a rich fatass I guess they really aren’t nice. The Captain probably would have flipped a table over if we were near one. He ranted at me for a while.

“This is his lordship Sir Ordo! He is the chamberlain of the castle and the man who has made the knights a little more successful than they were before!” He puffed out his chest while the praise seemed to make his fat become a little stiffer.

“Really. Never heard of him.” His entire body deflated and I almost broke down laughing.

“Yes really you fool!” I was smacked and in the process saw that Princess wasn’t showing any respect for him either.

“What about Tiega?” I asked, forgetting the ‘Lady’ part on purpose.

“Fool!” I was smacked again. “Lady Tiega” He said emphasizing the ‘Lady’ part. “Is his lordships daughter, she doesn’t need to bow to him!”

“WHAT!?” I looked between the two multiple times. “Did she mutate or something?” I got hit again. “Oh sorry sir!” I said, directing my words toward Fatass. “I was just…unaware! But now I know who pulls the cart in your family….yup…and where the donkey leads, the ass has to follow.”

“Reiliegh.” Captain said, “You sure do have an eye for expertise!” He said, not understanding the insult. “I knew you were smarter than what you showed!” He said playfully elbowing me.

“Naw Capt’n you’re just blowing me out of the wat—“

“Are you implying I’m an ass!?” Fatass finally understood.

The Captain promptly headbutted me and then began apologizing. “Sorry sir! He’s totally new, doesn’t understand a single thing. Heck he can’t even find his own bed at ni—“

“Whatever.” Fatass said, I heard a lot of Princess’s snide-ness in him. “I was on a walk and figured that I should see you guys off!” He said happily. Then muttered under his breath to the Captain. “IF anything should happen to my daughter I—“

Tiega immediately glared at him and would not stop. Instead of the cute glare I had seen before—If a glare could be cute—I saw mostly anger. Well I was annoyed too, it’s kind of lame to have a father worry for you so much that he comes to our departure just to ask for extra protection… It’s not like I’m inept Fatass. “Right well…As long as you understand.” Fatass finished. Captain looked like he didn’t understand at all, but waved as Fatass left in a rush.

“Can we go?” Princess asked. I started walking, and so did Princess, Captain jumped in front of us and we all departed. It felt amazing leaving the bustling city for some fresh air while we walked to the southern districts. Though nothing in particular happened along the way, we did spark up a lot of different conversations.

“I hope we run into some orcs!” I really wanted to give them hell now that I had a bladed weapon to fight with.

“You’d get squashed flat before you could even get your sword out.”

“Are orcs really that strong?” I’ve really only fought against brother.

“Are you kidding?”

“Orc’s a’ ‘bout tha strongest critters out thar.” I forgot his name but his accent really intrigued me… I’ve never met someone who speaks like that.

“Really?”

“Aye…Ah heard they can even take down a mammoth in one blow.” He finished.

“Wow…” I said, feeling my arms tremble in excitement. “That is…”

“Scared?” Princess asked, looking at me concerned.

“SO COOL!”

“What?”

“I mean come on! If nothing happens during the mission it’d be boring!”

“Captain…Are you sure we can’t just leave this idiot behind?”

“Now, now Reiliegh, don’t go off and do something that’d get us killed.” Captain said seriously.

“I won’t, I just want something to happen.”

“Typical country boy syndrome.” Princess snapped at me.

“What?”

“You lead such a boring life that you desire things to happen so you think your life will be interesting. It’ll never happen fool.”

“Pfft, coming from the girl whose father had to escort her to the gate! How Lame!” She blushed and glared at me.

“You only got into the knights because your father was famous. If he weren’t you wouldn’t even be here!” I looked away, trying to avoid the truth. “Isn’t it dishonorable to not be capable of making a name for yourself as a man? Why don’t you just—just go do a seppuku! I heard you country bums still do that.”

“Easy for someone who probably hasn’t ever left the castle!” I paused, trying to cool off before I said anything I’d regret later. “You’re so spoiled you can’t even leave somewhere without someone seeing you off!”

“Oh, then where did you come from that’s better than the city!?” She was red faced and almost shouting in my face.

I looked away again. Memories flooded back to me. “I’m from a small village… Trea village.” I said quietly, I looked up into her eyes and saw that her anger faded.

She breathed quickly and then muttered, “wasn’t that place attacked by Or—“

Luckily before I had to answer what was coming from her, we were attacked by a giant sloth… It really wasn’t much of an opponent, but it took forever to finish off. After the fight, I presumed that she was done talking, because she kept quiet.

The rest of the trip was uneventful. We arrived at the cliff right that led to the Dwarven town, Earth Drop. We had an amazing view of the mountains and of Earth Drop’s complexity. “Woah! Far OUT!” I said, unable to hide my excitement. “Dwarves live in such a freakin’ amazing place?”

“Your father is Sven Silvestri, and you’ve never heard about Earth Drop before?” Princess asked, looked at me earnestly.

“Whenever he was home, he was either boxing with me or flirting with mother.” I said smiling a little.

“’Whenever he was home’? Wasn’t it…lonely?”

“Sometimes…yeah.” I looked her in the eyes and her eyes showed caring and compassion I had never seen from anyone before. She blushed and looked away quickly. I looked out over Earth Drop thinking about Princess. I don’t really know what I—I ‘feel’ about her, but I think I like her. I mean, I’ve never really associated with someone in town, so maybe the way we act around each other is normal for friends. It just seems to be closer than friends… I guess I’ll have to figure out ways to push her away. It’s not like I intend to—

“If you don’t hurry, we’ll leave you behind!” Princess called out to me, as the group began heading down the cliff. I stood and looked over the cliff one last time before dashing off after them. By the time I caught up to them they were about a quarter of the way down the cliff. We walked quietly down the path that led us to the entrance way to Earth Drop.

The gate was closed and the guard sitting on top of the gate stared us down as we walked up to it. I looked up to him and said “Let us in!”

“No” He replied quickly.

“Why not?”

“Reiliegh you have to show a certain level of formality when entering another nation’s cities!” Captain scolded me. “Sir, we are the Rose Cochon Brigade from the Knights, we have come to obtain the goods promised and escort them to the castle.”

“Oh, yer here for ze vagon.” His accent was strong, you could almost hear the dwarven sliding into his words. “I’ll open ze gate.” The gate opened and we walked into Earth Drop.

It was even cooler on the inside. The smiths were blazing and you could see the smoke from the furnaces. The bridges leading to the mines were like spider webs weaving throughout the entirety of the city. The city itself seemed to be made of levels. Each level was devoted to a single smithee, all the things he required and their works. It was an amazing city, sitting on the edge of the crevasse leading to whatever is below the sea of clouds… The mountains spiked up behind, pockmarked by the holes created through mining for rare metals. “We’re supposed to meet the chief at the chieftain’s house… but I wasn’t told what it looked like…only that I’d know when I saw it.” Captain said, interrupting my admiration of the city.

We wandered around the city for a bit, and finally found the chieftain’s house. Boy did it stand out. Gold, silver, sapphires, emeralds, and very beautiful rubies coated his place in extravagance and excessive shine. We walked in and met with the Chief, I zoned out and tried to blot out the brightness that was bleeding my eyes. I felt the Princess next to me, and she touched my shirt once the conversation was over. I felt my focus come back to reality and we made our way to the inn that we’d have to stay at. I needed to get out and do something a little more strenuous I was bored, and felt like I was stuffed into a tight space. So I decided to go into the mines, there are bound to be some stronger monsters in there, or at least some amazing sights to see. I looked at Princess and noticed she looked a little shocked. “Oi, what’s wrong?” I asked her.

“I didn’t know…that Earth Drop was so advanced. All the books I had read suggested that it was underdeveloped and people were starving.”

“Pfft, is the Princess’s head too big for her helmet? All logic, no experience!” She glared at me.

“I at least knew something about Earth Drop.” She muttered, pouting a little.

“Whatever. Princess, do you want to come and explore the mines a little?” She glared at me again, but I saw her blush a little.

“The mines?” she asked, looking at me weird. “I would love to explore them, but not on a mission.”

“What? Comon, Princess… You know you want too!” She blushed again, and then turned away, facing the wall instead of me.

“No. I will do nothing that will endanger the success of the mission.” She turned her head and looked at me out of the corner of her eye.

I sighed loudly. “You’re too perfect, huh?” She blushed and glared at me some more.

“Reiliegh.” The Captain said, walking into the room. “Stop bothering Lady Fenlake, and go help out at the pub if you’re bored. They’re looking for someone to do something for them.” He paused and looked out the window. “We…have time.”

“What about the wagon?”

“We leave tomorrow at dawn. You have time to screw around. Just don’t die.”

“I’ll head to the pub first.” I said, putting my sword in its hilt and attaching it to my hip. I exited the Inn, turned left and walked forward five steps. I was at the pub. I entered and the dwarf at the bar yelled at me, telling me that I was underage by human standards so he couldn’t sell me anything. I told him why I came, and he laughed, then told me that there was a thief raiding his stocks of alcohol at night when he was sleeping. He told me to stand around and look mean until night, then keep watch and catch whoever is stealing the booze. I really wasn’t looking forward to standing around glaring at people, but when I actually sat there and did it, I found it fun. I laughed inside, hiding all my emotions to myself. It felt fake, disgusting to not express myself, but it was necessary for what I was asked of…I guess Princess isn’t the only one who has to be perfect.

After the pub closed, I sat around and hid under the bar waiting for the sneak-thief. Well thieves, since there were three of them. Goblins snuck in and grabbed a barrel, argued with each other for a bit and then came to a conclusion after hitting one of them a lot.

I jumped out, flipped on the lights and faced them down. They dropped the barrel, screamed, ran in circles, and then pulled out their weapons and faced me. I wasn’t expecting much, so I stepped forward, and two of them jumped at me and lunged. I avoided their strikes and looked for the third, but I didn’t see him.

Until his hammer hit me in the side of the head and made my eyes jump. I stumbled, and my vision doubled, but I didn’t fall over. The goblins had already ran far away, so I stepped outside and slunk against the wall. I put my hand to my head and looked up to the night sky. “Damn it.” I said aloud.

“Pfft.” I jumped. “Strong enough to challenge the General, but too weak to beat goblins.”

“Holy! Freaking….goblins…” I said looking at Princess standing on the other side of the pub. “I didn’t see you… scared me.” I stood straight and walked over to her, “are you sure you don’t want to come with me to the mines?”

“No I don—wait you’re still going to go? What about your injury?” She stepped towards me and lifted my chin a little so she could look at the cut.

“Of course I’m going, it’s just cut weird it won’t do anything to me other than bleed for a while. You don’t need to worry about me Princess.”

She glared at me. “If you die it won’t be on me.”

“I can’t die. I’m immortal.” I said sneering at her. She glared at me, turned and then walked away. “Bye, Princess.” I said after her. She paused, looked down a little and then continued.

I ran off to an entrance to the mines, entered and almost tripped over a rock when I entered. I walked for a while, but didn’t cross anything. After a while, the lighting system the dwarves had set up began to fail. The caves slowly got darker and darker the further I went. I upped my guard and expected a strong monster to be lurking in the darkness in front of me. I stepped into the inky cloak, only to fall down in surprise from a frog croaking at me. I laughed and stood up slowly. I guess putting up my full guard was a little too much.

I walked probably another 200 meters or so into the cave, using the wall to feel my way and relying on my hearing to defend myself from the monsters-that-weren’t-attacking-me in the darkness. I could hear something behind me, but it was keeping its distance. I looked up, and noticed a faint glow and some growls and other sounds after a bend up a little ways in front of me. I slowly made my way and…

Saw an opening in the cave. The rocks on the walls were covered in…a moss like plant that glowed in different blues and greens. In the middle of the opening was an elf, fighting a smilodon and a small group of monkeys.  Her fighting style was… beautiful, fluid and she looked capable of killing all in the room with little trouble. She had a few scratches on her, but another smilodon lay dead at her feet.

 

 

”

[Excerpt End]

 

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Happiness

I’ve sought happiness. I’ve tried for so long to

find what it really means

to be alive, and how I can live

without shame, guilt, or regret.  But no, it denies

itself to me every time i grasp for it. Like a fog

always there, yet cannot be gripped, I tried to

drown this sorrow, this pain, force it to sleep

with the fishes in the bottom of the ocean.

But no, I can’t escape the humiliation, the guilt

that I brought on myself and you and now we both know

that really, what we need to find is each other. But no, that’s

impossible too, since, when your happiness was stolen

by that man who stood over you, beating you ’till you

cried and forced himself through your whole life

crushing all the dreams and plans you had, bruising your

slender neck with a brutal grip that eventually

rebounded on me, and smashed through my whole being

in the form of you hanging in front of me

as I cried in disbelief trying to understand why

this had to be us why it had to be us who fell

when all we had ever done was seek happiness together

and knowing that what we wanted was just a life

where we could grip our destiny and hold it in our hands

not like a diamond to be treasured but a chunk of disgusting

dirt that only needed to be molded to be our own.

But no. Every time I seek happiness it evades me. From you,

to those dreams where I join you, to those times I try to pull

away from you and I, only to find that she and I could never be.

Because I’m a creep, or a loser, or something else someone else

thinks is normal to call someone like me. Someone who seeks nothing

in this life but happiness.

But no.

People who seek ‘happiness’ seem to be toyed with by

those slips of paper.

Greed has poisoned everyone’s souls. There is no aesthetic

experience without some paper or gold or silver being thrown

at something. Slowly with Greed, comes pointless Ambition.

Ambition no longer pointed towards the sky, instead pointed down

inward, toward a place that only exists for a meaningless time frame.

All for paper.

The darkness that surrounds this paper can’t be pushed away by

a single flame, nor a million flames.

Ambition, gone. Happiness, gone. All for Power? Luxury?

That damnable paper deludes

all into believing that having more and bigger is better.

Though…

In reality, the small home you and I had was enough.

The meager food we ate. The bed we had was too large for one

but too small for two. The room we had was shoddy, full of holes.

And winter’s ice froze us, pushing us together, away from everything

else. Just you and I under a blanket, clinging to each other for

one simple thing; Warmth.

We had what we both wanted.

Happiness.

Blanket

Snow like a blanket; falling

covering, enshrouding everything

just as Death covers all in a veil of fear.

Our lives marked and covered with the simple

gray obscurity of what we cannot know.

We live because death exists.

We die because life exists…

But, when it snows, the world blooms into

the beauty of life, love and lucidity.

And because we die, we seek to live our lives to the fullest,

never falling, but fully forcing ourselves to seek

that fluttering flurry of silent snow

that blankets our bodies with life.

Coldhearted Regrets

Regrets.

We were best friends, but what I did

Threw your world astray.

I was crying for your attention, like

That day we met on the bank of

That little lake. I stood on the side,

Trying to look cool knowing that

Me looking cool was nearly impossible.

Thinking of jumping in the lake, trying

To guess at what it felt like to drown,

When I saw you sitting on the border

Of my vision. A bright yellow leaf in your

Hair, and I laughed, picking it out trying

To see if my heart would blaze. Knowing

That what I really wanted meant

Me throwing you away.

Our age grew by a single number,

We claimed it was our anniversary,

Our time together marked by a day that

Had no other significance, just me touching

Your soft hair, tugging that yellow leaf.

Our time through

That year was marked with pain and love,

As we tried to understand what passion was.

We sat around listening to songs, trying to sing.

I would lie, never really tell you the truth,

Hiding my feelings behind lies and lack-luster bravado.

Your dog died, but I was the one who let it

Wanting to play with it while waiting for

You to finish that painting of the leaf I kept touching.

I hid him in the bushes after I threw the ball

Across the street. Guilt made me angry at you,

Though the hate was for myself, it just fell

On you, the closest one to me. I would tell

You the wrong lies, never the right truth.

We would fight and scream hating that

What we said was true but not intended.

I called you fat, knowing it was cruel.

I went with it, ’till you stopped eating,

And my heart broke knowing it was you I hurt

I thought I was losing you, so I got you flowers

You smiled and I pulled from your hair a petal.

Around my heart you erased the cold metal

Chaining me from carrying you to our bower.

We pressed our lips together and I pushed you onto

Your bed, hoping to go further than just a touch,

Caress and sigh. Only to be caught

By your father.

We were the best lovers, destined to learn

Of the passions that drove us to earn

For each other. But what I did

Would turn your world astray.

Your father kept you in the house, pushing me

Away from you. Agitated, I hit you,

Bruising your eye when we met.

Sneaking in, I apologized and

Realized that my lies were set

In stone on your heart. Hate pushed me,

I burned your favorite painting, that piece of art;

That one… that leaf that marked our first day.

There was nothing I could ever say

To earn your forgiveness after the ashes fell.

Your tears made me crucify myself, wishing

To be thrown down to the hottest hell.

Late that night, I found myself blushing,

As I ignored you on the phone, losing myself

To the arrogance that I didn’t need to hear

Your voice.

It would have thrown my world astray.

We were lovers, destined to hate and love

Another. I broke your window sneaking in.

Your father beat you for the sin

That was my own. I didn’t care, I wanted

To be with you more. It was then that I told

You that if you weren’t loyal, I’d no longer

Love you. That damnable lie threw our

Worlds astray.

You devoted yourself to my mistakes,

My life and mood swings. Dealing with

The parts that you hated, Loving the

Sides that kept us together.

I asked you to run away with me.

To marry me, love me, and be

With me for all eternity. Your smiling face,

Filling with tears, imprinted on my memory.

Even though I knew you were beguiled

By the side of me that doesn’t exist today.

You ran home to grab your things,

We were going to live in bliss

In our own place away from society.

You crushed me that night, lightly

Denying me, by never returning.

I ran to your place, hoping to convince you

Never expecting my world to be thrown so

far away.

It was dark, but you I could see, clear as

Day, in your room.

The note you left told me what I never wanted to see.

It showed me all my faults,

And that none of my life was a tragedy.

Ironic, since from that day forth the notes

Of my hell-bound life were tuned toward

The tragic martyrdom you lead, pushing me

Away from you.

 

These are the regrets that I must bear.

That night.

I gaze upon you in the moons rays

Lying on the bed-sheets next to me

A smile, a blush blooming while you seep

into despair, drowning while dreaming of nightmares

 

Lonely, like the night through the glass

outside our bower, trapping us, breaking

the bonds we owe to today. We can fall, cry,

and let our bodies unite. Two for all.

 

Instead, you left, intending to return,then we’d elope;

but at home you were raped, and lost all hope.

And I, as Guilt’s slave, dream of your hair.

Your eyes, lips, and the wedding dress you’d wear.

 

That night left me suffering, broken.

That night your life had been rent.

That night, when we could have had a life.

It ended with a rope around your neck, in death.