How will I heal without your hand holding my skin together?

Porcelain faced
My eyes shine with loss

I'm losing more of you
every day

You were the only one
who not only
saw through
my facade
but
cut through
my pain

Now I'm the one
left
holding
the
knife.

{Prompt: The song "Knife" by Rockwell}

Copyright: December 2, 2013

Then and Now

I miss you more than anything.
You used to sing
words I would hear
and start to tear.

Water splashing onto the ground.
The lost heart found,
But that was then,
before love dimmed. 

I've made stinging cuts with my blade
Scars that won't fade
are on the place
you'd rest your face. 

{Prompt: Using the Minute Poem form, admit something personal.}
{The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff}

Copyright: November 30, 2013

The Choice is Yours

I want to be close to you
in every way.
Even when we touch
I inch myself closer
as if somehow 
by removing the 
millimeters 
of space 
my heart 
will 
climb 
into 
your 
skin.

I don't want this beating thing anymore. 
This 
        is my 
                   plea. 

Take it. 

It was always yours.
Just like the choice is now. 

(choose
               me
                      .
                       . 
                         .
                           
                             please)
   

{Grey's Anatomy quote: "Okay, here it is, your choice... it`s simple, her or me, and I`m sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me."}

Copyright: November 16, 2013

Red

Loving you was like breathing life into a deflated stretched out balloon
Blew out everything I had, tried to breathe back in, but it all went wrong
Loving you was like landing in the sky without even leaving the ground
Not sure when I jumped, but it was high enough, no longer bound

Losing you is blue like my tear filled eyes
Missing you is dark like storm filled skies 
Everything you said is floating around my head
I could never forget how loving you was red

Touching you was feeling my heart beat in another skin
Feeling you was knowing I'd never have to be lost again
Fighting you is like tearing into my own flesh 
My own words razor marks always newly fresh

I tell myself "I'm wrong
My feelings are just a song
I won't be like this for long"

Can we just move on? 

I still love you in red.

{Prompt: Heartbreak, Rhyme} Copyright: November 9, 2013

Part two of something I thought would have ended long ago...

I fear 
your hands 
will never 
reach across 
the pit of solitary 

to find 
the un-swung 
axe blade
my heart 
still clings to daily.

I fear
my hands 
will.

Help.

{Phobias: Autophobia- Fear of being alone or of oneself.}
Copyright: November 4, 2013

Frost Beckons

My tears fall 
like leaves
scattered across
a million places. 

Without you, 
I have no rake 
to gather up 
my pieces. 

I'm wistfully waiting 
for the inevitable 
cold shoulder. 

When will the frost 
create that 
delicious layer 
protecting 
my core?

{Prompt: Pick a season- Autumn; 40 words exactly} 
Copyright: October 26, 2013

My heart turned to tin...

too long ago
to remember
what it was like to be beating

for now
it just breaks
                          and cries
too pliable to mend itself

a drop of rust
                           callousing

each place
                       your touch
                                             
                                               
                                                  won't reach. 

[Author's Note: Tin is a malleable, ductile and highly crystalline silvery-white metal. When a bar of tin is bent, a crackling sound known as the tin cry can be heard due to the twinning of the crystals]

Copyright: October 24, 2013