Love Crime

Guilt is tossed

Mine, then yours, then once again mine.

We’re both the perpetrator

Falling in love was our crime.

The games that played,

To power, control  and manipulate

Left us both the losers

Without our soul’s mate.

We’ve now discovered our way

To soothe the ache in our hearts,  our heads

Yours in smoke and the bottle

Mine, another mans bed.

A Marvelous Catastrophe

I suppose it is good that we only remember the fondest parts of relationships once they end. 

In this moment I am grateful to have once felt the type of love that moves mountains and makes the ocean roll.  An indescribable happiness and passion.

Beautiful and grotesque, joy beyond measure, pain without excape.

Dreams and hopes, night mares and disappointments.

A marvelous catastrophe.

A Marvelous Catastrophe

Me.... Freed

His blue eyes
are the mirror in which I see me.

His sanctuary
is where I can be me.

In his words
I can express me.

On his wings
I have freed me.