You could tell almost at once she had a slave mentality.

I'm probably far too clingy
For yours or my own good.
I sing the song of the lost lover
When you go away (no matter how short the time may be)
And I long for the days I can nestle into that perfect crook
In your arms.
When silence speaks for us
And a look is all it takes to make me break.
And I am probably much too reliant
On your ever caring and ever giving ways.
(Oh it’s a wonder you have not left me yet)

Erratic beeping alarms me to morning.
A scream, a shout.
But it’s all inside my head.
Shouting, I shout so loudly.
I punch through the darkness
And I can’t help but think of you.
It never fails.
I arise and kiss the sunshine and the cold morning air hello.
Anticipation rises in me.
I long for you.
To talk to you, to feel your touch and inhale you.
Miles and miles away.
I count down the days, hours, minutes, seconds.
That moment.
I long for it.

We are alive,
We are in love,
And we are free;
We are more than most will ever be.

They throw the lines
And I bury the tears.
The rain serves a symbolic interlude
Of what has happened here.

Spin me around until
My left is right
And my right is no longer wrong.
Dizzy dancing,
My world is upside down.

Blown out hearts
And paper dolls.
Fading ink on torn pages.
Broken memories.
Fragile tears.
Unearthed life.
Unseen fears.