All must come to an end

I think about the good times and suddenly I realize it was all a lie.
I was using you and you were using me.
Each of us stirred our own misery.
Just when you think you’re missed it all comes to an end
The rug is pulled and your eyes covered with wool.
A part of me wished I hadn’t found the lighter.
The flames ignited and the rest was a blur as smoke filled my lung with turmoil.
First the carpet and then the drapes
I stood at the edge of glory, first one lie and then two.
I didn’t blame you.
It was me, I never said no, I kept walking.
Our magnetic energy somehow pulled at my heart strings.
One by one I began to move involuntarily without question
Our lips met and my fingers reached for the back of your neck and as I drew you in.
It felt right and yet in my mind I knew I started this fight within myself as I placed you in front of me to shield me from the bullets that shot through you to me.
This was the last time I saw your face as life seeped through you and I screamed your name.

A haunting tale

I tossed and turned and the visions become more vivid.
At times they became harder and harder to decipher what was real and what was make-believe.
My heart beat raced as my eyes flung open with current dismal.
I was falling deeper and deeper into a fixation that only my mind could trace.
What of this dream that’s somehow inside of another fantasy, one of which my eyes have cast to play tricks on me?
My mind rambled to rehash itself only to come up empty.
Defense mode has set in and every little sound released melancholy tears.
I whispered to myself, but the more the words flowed the crazier I began to sound.
This dream I’ve seen play before me isn’t a dream at all.
It’s a memory.
A memory constantly on repeat so I’ll never forget what happened to me.

Satellites

The warm gentle breeze gently caresses circular kisses upon her cheek.
She gazes upon the sky filled with scattered clouds,
Reaching out to embrace them within the palm of her hand.
A mind once filled with a field of emptiness surrounded by trees has suddenly been stripped of leaves.
A noise like no other cluttered the background as the cotton like objects start rolling in, banging against each other, making sounds of loud worrisome clutter.
The hair began to rise upon her limps as she intently gazed up at them.
One by one the clouds pushed themselves closer.
A shiver formed within her as she clutched herself a moment longer.
A face that once seemed so relaxed has produced creases formed only from rapid currents.
“Forget me now,” she said.
“It is I who must part ways somehow.”