Journeys End


We used to have things in common but now

hate festers where love used to blossom.

Destroying the heart and corrupting the mind.

It used to be so effortless to love you.

Souls woven together like we were always meant to fit.

But you were fire, and I was ice.

Melting with every tear that rolled down my face

that I would later drown in.

Loving you was never meant to hurt, but I wanted it,

so I journeyed in your maze of no return.

I walked through the soft bushes of your flesh.

I cut myself on your heart.

I walked through the darkness of your soul.

Surrendering pieces of myself at each step to open doors

and get through obstacles to get closer to the essence of you.

In the end, I gave you all the pieces because I was strong

and believed that eventually, we would be stronger together.

I could be punched by your words and survive.

I could fall under the weight of despair and doubt and get back up.

I would travel again to the dark places of your soul and not be afraid.

I had learned your body, every blemish, mark, and scar.

I could fight your battles to make you stronger while pushing closer

to your soul and tightly calling my heart to yours.

We weren't meant to be invincible but strong enough to

keep reinforcing the walls.

And when the times came I would be strong enough for the both of us.

Working to the bone to maintain the connection.

So even when your soul became pitch black, and your thorns ripped

through my skin as easily as breaking a butterfly’s wings.

I patched my wounds up and showed you how your love could

hurt hoping you would trim the maze of you and find a spot

for me in your life.  



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