Clarity 2.0.

Treaded through the darkness, and made it through the storms, as we encountered deserts, that threatened to ruin us from their warmth. The hurricanes between us ebbed and flowed until our boat was rocked, earthquakes created chasms of distance, as if our success were blocked. Tsunamis ripped apart our cities, and pirates tried to force us to abandon ship, causing me to question whether we were well enough equipped. Tidal waves rose and washed their victims ashore, yet somehow we managed to survive the subzero temperatures of our very own cold war. While it was calm, and through the rain, I saw you standing there, looking vulnerable once again. I asked myself if I was ready for another round, surprised myself when I found that I still had the strength to pursue this love that is profound. Without fail, and devoid of a single doubt within my mind, I knew I could not let go, as our love turned out to be one of a kind. Who else was I to talk to when my smile began to fade, who was going to save me from my own personal queen of spades? I swallowed my pride, and willed myself to find the strength to confide in you once more; hopped on for one more ride, hoping once again to fill my heart with our love's decor. You are the kindest knight to ever capture my downtrodden heart, the only one that dared to tear down the walls that you encountered from the start. Your persistence is endearing, and fills me with such joy, to see that I am not merely an option, and not just another child's toy. Although the Mayans may have predicted the end, our love would have kept Nostradamus guessing. I see now, through new eyes, that what we have is entirely a blessing. Kiss me, tease me, satisfy, and heal me, all I want is for you to feel me. Take my hand into your own, and look into my onyx eyes, let's sail the world, oh the places we'll go, and experience the majesty of the many suns as they rise. Ecstatic beyond recognition that we have been granted a reprise, I am more grateful than you will ever know to have you to hold until the end of time.

Fairy Tale.

I pick up the pieces that line the shores of the beaches of our love that will linger forevermore. Your eyes filled with sadness from the tears I made you cry, the same tears that drowned me, and made me choke at night. The hardest part was finding you, my soul's kindred mate, only to reap the consequences from the damage I caused that ultimately sealed our fate. As the master of my domain, I longed to right my wrongs, to make you feel the rhythm, and the lyrics of my heart's song. In you, I saw a future filled with fortune, fame, and fun; as my soul's cries resonated, telling me you are the one. The one to make my puzzle whole, your wishes, my command, as you make my bells endlessly toll, follow me to the promised land. On our magic carpet ride, we somehow lost our way, forced to land, and separate, until we meet one another halfway. From this day forth, I promise to only put smiles on your face, and if you feel restless or afraid, I will rescue you, and never let you fall from grace. I will grow my hair long, just to let it down, so you can climb up, and escape. Abracadabra, no magic tricks, just love, hidden inside my cape. At the end of my rainbow, I found you, more precious than diamonds, or a pot of gold. I just wish I had not intervened with fate, and let our story unfold. If only I had listened to your heart, our fairy tale would still be told. Enchanted to say the least, my woods are now haunted by your memory. I lie awake at night, cursing myself for interrupting our peaceful reverie. I would do whatever it takes to have you back here with me, walking hand in hand, as we continue on our intended journey. Your arms removed the pain that was no stranger to my life, and wiped away the tears that were the sole remnants of my strife. Your hands held the glass slipper that would only fit as a result of your touch, and the necklace worn around my neck that held your voice is now tightly clutched. My shooting star that fell from the Heavens, and filled my world with light; you are irreplaceable, as my world is now blanketed in night. The breadcrumbs that I discarded along the path were meant to help me find my way, but instead I have fallen prey to witchery, and somehow gone astray. I conquered the beanstalk, but not the giant, who turned out to me in disguise. My own worst critic until the end, but hopefully not the cause of our love's demise. We sail through the skies aboard a ship that will lead us to our salvation, you are my saviour, and my knight, the object of my jubilation. Our fairy tale has just begun, kings and queens will envy the majesty of our land, I long to one day make you understand, that you are the only man I will accept again, as part of my life's plan. I can no longer run or hide, the coward in me has been coerced to leave, trust in me, and my words, we can start anew, just be the Adam to my Eve.

Unicorn

All this loneliness has always been a friend of mine, as I let go of my mother’s hand, and assumed my future would be fine. I locked the doors to my heart, saved the key for another start, watched you walk away after making your mark, then gave my ticket away and prepared to disembark. Critical until the bitter end, the shadows even taunt me proving that freedom is just around the bend, easy to comprehend, but difficult to apply, with a sigh I let it out, and spread my wings, ready to transcend. Ignored, and defeated, my army’s ego takes a beating, as my heart’s ripped out of my chest, and like a hemophiliac, I am left bleeding. Cries of confusion cajole coarsely through the air, barricading beauty from the beast that was barely there. Antagonistic anarchy aims to arrive to no avail, as I am all that I can be, an adventurer in search of the holy grail. I nurtured the seed of love, hoped to watch it grow before it went stale, only to be forced to accept that the heart is actually frail. Disembowelled, and dishevelled, I look like the victim of a late night alley fight, as the demons that hold me hostage, set out to make things right. I could be vindictive, and cut you with your own knife, but homicide is not the answer, the coldest revenge would be your life. Blame it on the alcohol, assume that we were drunk, then correct me with red ink, make your mark so I can flunk. You watch me walk away, and feign interest although I know it’s fake, we are now oceans apart, waterfalls seldom connect to lakes. Love is never enough when it is covered in blame, we were so quick to point the finger, without accepting that this was not a game. Toiled, troubled, tirelessly until we were tainted through and through, if only I could somehow make you see, that my love was nothing, if not true. I placed you on a pedestal, packed up, and sailed toward a brave new world, only to realize that I was incapable of love, incomplete, like an oyster who failed to deliver a pearl. Emasculated in the end, we ruined a perfectly good thing, yet somehow, inexplicably, you have not ceased to be my everything. Celestial bodies, suns, and moons could fall to the Earth, and our love would still survive, Euthanasia was the weapon that prevented our love from being revived. Compromise, and sacrifice can only be a two way street, yet impossible to achieve unless devoid of conceit. My castle walls come crashing down, leaving my security in disarray, I was the black swan that poisoned your ballet. One day in the future, you will see what you have lost, and I will be waiting with arms wide open, with my heart that you managed to defrost. I will count my blessings, cut my losses and accept that I need to be reborn, before I continue on my quest to find my unicorn. I am all out of the fight, no longer afraid to fail; no holy grail, or magic for me, I see now that they are merely myths, and only true in fairy tales.

Breakaway

Falling apart, ripping at the seams, as I accept the mess that's left behind from another broken dream. The tears fail to come for these eyes refuse to weep for someone who's decided that I am not worth the effort to keep. I made an effort to change, only saw you in my mind and heart, but our fears materialized, so it was over before it could even start. The sadness I possess in watching our fairy tale fail, makes me wonder, and question whether love will ever prevail. True to myself, I refuse to sacrifice more than I have inside, when it seems so easy for you to accept that our future has already died. With no hope in your eyes, you easily say goodbye, real love seldom appears, and is hard to come by. I will be here when, and if, you ever need a friend, but until then I hang my head low in defeat, and accept that this is the end. You win, another triumph under your belt, the queen of spade arrives, as I count my blessings, cut my losses, and smile as the cards have been dealt. Devastated with dismay, I assumed you were my shining knight, until you extinguished the flame that was still burning so bright. I left all that I knew, took a risk, to give love a chance, how naive of me to partake in this foolish lover's dance. In the end, and in time, hopefully you will come to see our love sublime. Just another casualty of Cupid and Eros, we could have conquered the world, and risen to the rank of heroes. Alexander the Great, and Joan of Arc, mere mortals compared to you and I, but instead you have chosen to pull the cord, bringing down our skies. Darkness fills the voids, and the holes that hide behind the cracks, as my white blood cells give up, and prepare for attack. The oxytocin still flows freely, created freshly whenever I dare to appreciate you, once so colourful and vibrant, our love has been replaced by the least appealing hues. The chimney is full of smoke, as we struggle to breathe from the smoke filling our lungs, towards the end, we became as difficult to comprehend as if we were solely communicating in tongues. I have my dignity, and I know what I deserve, while your emotions fluctuate, from what I have observed of your verve. My liver fails first, from the drinks you claim we enjoyed more than the rest, then my brain from racking it, and all of your jealous tests. We could have been the best but instead we dispossessed. My vulnerability undressed, as you silently screamed about this house arrest. Over, adieu, I cannot tolerate much more, of being made to feel as common as this Friday's whore. I choose to channel my energy into something more positive for me, accept the first amendment, and pursue my right to be happy. I could have given you the world, and been your oyster with never ending pearls. Yet silence killed the cat, not curiosity this time, I am the newest amputee, love's casualty as the result of this war crime. Heinous, and malice were no strangers to our love, joined by their cousin jealousy, it was inevitable that push would turn to shove. You may think I am alone, but being alone is the only way to be, as I pack my bags and leave, in the name of being free. Everything is illuminated, the all seeing eye predicted our fall, as you poked, and prodded at me, whilst thinking you were as escalated as Nepal. I cannot sit idly by, and watch a good thing fall apart, but I see that I have succumbed to another magician of the black arts. Curse me, then release me, twist my arms like I am a doll, then take a bow, and say goodbye, final curtain call. Manipulate me once, shame on me, do it again, and I have no choice but to leave. Accept your faults, as I have become privy to do, or watch your world fall asunder, the picture slightly askew. Straighten out the frame, before you attempt to do this again, there is nobody left to blame, I wish we had not hesitated to stray from being humane. There are no hard feelings, I will support you around the bends, but I love you, I do, so I have no choice but to agree that this is the end.