Of Course

He carries on about chivalry
Of course, she rolls her eyes
She is left vulnerable
Of course, he stands guard

He is surrounded by courtly ladies

Of course, she is jealous

Someone flirts with her unashamedly

Of course, he doesn't notice

Enemies outnumber him

Of course, she intervenes

She is in danger

Of course, he breaks down the door

He leads the charge

Of course, she follows

She is separated from him

Of course, he goes to find her

He declares his love for her

Of course, she marries him

She clings to life by a thread

Of course, desperation seizes him

In a rage, he goes to avenge their friends

Of course, she tries to stop him

Her heart breaks for his lonely fate

Of course, he can't even look at her

He cannot be near her

Of course, she haunts his dreams

She loves him, fiercely, beyond all things

Of course, he can't help but love her back

Separated

My heart is aching tonight,
Reaching for your hand
And finding empty space.
You came into my world,
Quiet at first.
Then like a whirlwind 
You altered the course
Of my future.

There is no trial we cannot overcome,

No foe we cannot face,

When we stand together.

So how do I press forward

When the enemy strikes?

When hell on earth erupts

And you are nowhere in sight?

How do I comfort those you left behind

When I cannot find comfort for myself?

Can a soul be saved

When it is rent in two?

Because without you here

I feel like half of a person.

Something stranded between

Human and abomination,

Wandering through a forest,

The sky barred by a canopy of leaves,

The way ahead dark and uncertain

And still, somewhere in the depths of this despair,

A spark of a flame lingers.

A thread of fate connecting

Two souls separated.

Somehow the strength comes

As I rise each morning, alone.

Somehow the hope of seeing you again

Overpowers weakness and vulnerability.

My heart is aching tonight,

Reaching for your hand,

And in the empty space I find

A love to transcend

The battles ahead,

The challenges we both will surely face,

So I'll cling to the spark,

To the single thread,

Until the day our eyes meet again

And your arms encircle me once more.

I Don't Hate You

I don't hate you

I hate how much I gave

And how little you gave back

I don't hate you

I hate the lack

Of true accountability

I don't hate you

I hate how quickly

You replaced me

I don't hate you

I hate that you don't seem to care

If this bridge burns or not

I don't hate you

I hate how easily

You can abandon me

I don't hate you

And it kills me

How that feels worse

Than if I did

What's Wrong?

I want to cry

But I couldn’t tell you why

I don’t even know it myself

I feel so overwhelmed

My fight or flight is activated

What’s wrong with me?

Logic knows I am alright

I’ve nothing to fear, I’m safe

Yet something is amiss

Just breathe, I tell myself

Breathe through the feelings

Breathe away the panic

Now the music is too loud?

I can hear everything

Going on around me, all at once

I feel like I’m suffocating

Should I step outside?

There’s too many people out there

What is this weight I feel?

I wish it would go away

I just want to be okay

Petrichor

Droplets falling from the sky

Striking the hot pavement

The smell filling my nose

Bringing a flood of memories

And a feeling of happy contentment

The Crow

It was back

The crow with the single

Pale blue eye

Perched on Mrs. Haversham’s fence

Staring intently

Where it came from

No one really knew

But every day it came

Perching, staring

Immovable

They tried to scare it off

Shoo it away

But nothing they did

Seemed to have any affect

Time passed and soon the crow

Melted into the background

No longer noticed

By the passersby

No longer a mystery

Or point of concern

Just another piece of scenery

To be ignored

The day Mrs. Haversham

Passed from this world to the next

Rumors floated around

About what really happened

Some said it was natural causes

Some said it was suicide

Some blamed her greedy nephew

Some noticed the crow

Never returned

Winter Walk

My boots are thick

But I can still feel

The crunch of frozen water

Snow packing beneath my feet

The cold bites at my nose

Tries to seep into my gloves

My breath a smokey array

Of frozen moisture

White specks begin to fall

Quietly from the sky

Sticking to the ground

Sticking to me

All around me

There is a kind of quiet

One you only find

In the dead of winter

With the silence

Comes a strange kind of peace

Anticipation

For the coming Spring