Archive | March 2014


We have hellos and goodbyes for a reason; we arrived, we met, we talked, we parted. You and I know how time ticks and never were we allowed to keep something, even the slightest touch and breath shared, locked up in a box, eternally.
So here’s the second phase, another part another section;

The first, though, was never really gone.



He broke her,
To crumbs, to pieces, to bits.
He broke her,
To trip, to stumble, to fall.
He broke her,
To endless, to dust, to none.

The empty glass jar

Frost bites knife,
A stake upon,
Her living flesh of
Damaged skin,
Wounded heart