Trapped behind these windows and doors
The pain closes in
Diminishing my natural ability to breathe
I'm choking and gasping for air
Fighting back the army of memories
That make longing for you my insanity
Far beyond these rocks and trees
I picture you waiting for me
If my heart had wings I would fly to you
Peace never last as long as when you're with me
I would give up anything for just a moment
An escape from this pristine wasteland
To ease the silent thundering in my chest
Step into my empty desolate world
Before the desperation that torments me
Bleeds through my eyes
This life just isn't enough
It probably never will be
Don't leave me here broken
For broken is what I will ever be
Without you.

Beautiful poem. Well done!

Spirited whispers
Locked behind this cold heart
Pushing further away
Drowning in this blinding dark
Kiss me hard to keep me
Shadowed in your endless ego
Fighting with flacid courage
To force this love to grow
Hold me tighter to you
Enprisoned with a look
Grasping with every breath I have
To get back what you took
Let me fall at your feet
Leave me to claw my way
I'll hold onto myself
It will get easier one day
Without your hand to hold me
I'll get my empty heart back
Fill it with something new
And it will never again be black.

I was born under Leo, but it was never right and when I had my numerology done I was told to follow Cancer and now its so dead on its scary

Here my heart stays
Bound to my arm
As I reach out for you
And wait to be seen
Everyday I lose a little more
Of myself and my sanity
As my confusion pulls me apart
Wishing for freedom from love
And lost desperately within it
Cast out into this churning sea
Without even a glimpse of release
I long for you to pull me out
Pull me into your awaiting arms
Though I know there is no love
There is no longing for me
I have no place in your heart
When do I get my escape
An ease of pain, of confusion
My undeniable love has me caged
Tortured, broken, and forgotten
And still this love drags me on
When does love die
For it seems too long for it to live
Still throbbing and pulsing and pushing
Give up on me please
I have nothing left to give to love.

8.5

Of all the wit, imagination, and reasoning we behold
There are none that blaze brighter than your own
Sense and sanity strike deep to the core
Awakening urges and fears until now unknown
Fraught with confusion and unsure where to turn
Your mind races forward to conquer its yearn
Bending and twisting and desperately seeking
Growing the intensity feeding this need
Pounding and throbbing as if it could bleed
Breaking the bounds and chains that withold
Your heart can no longer hold back from the deed.