A Blue Bouquet

This is why I do this, the battle of a shattered mind now entwined by two for the scares are too deep to settle the fractured bones of the past life he walks from. Writing is the escape, to see it written down, to help understand the battle whilst still floating amongst the swans on the river. The drugs relax the mind and chase the demons away, but the after effect after too much snorting is too much for them to handle. When it comes he gets rowdy, setting fire to the bridges they built together, sitting in the darkness alone watching the flames engulf structures she built, watching them come crashing down. The pain is so welcoming for its in his blood. The depression is too hard to stay away from for it captures there beauty and paints it black. It's not always like this but the struggle does survive the light of day.

My water once ran so freely and so quickly down the hill. The hill I once rejoiced loved upon, now a smoldering patch of grass. Time is what it took to recapture it's beauty. The questions I've left of my shoe, never looking down to entertain them. The present is where I am, a change so wild it's shaken my core. A new cat to be smitten beside, a new adventure awaits and ultimately the change of a being. I've set fire to body which has scared my soul, changing to adapt in this new world. I'm running down the hill, whist alight I slowly dissolve in the water at my feet, embracing it's new found love.

You once loved a man who did not own his land and had no savings. You once loved a man who was not of the fine nature of a childhood. You once loved a man who gave all he could, all he could to make you happy. You once loved a man who was shattered by a false declaration, a false hope and a false god. You once loved a man who by all his power sadly got consumed by the declaration of love and all that it means. You once loved a man who was caring, wild and thoughtful. A man who always looked out for you, more so then others, who always tired to see the good in people and a man who ,once again is destroyed. It took 2years to drag myself out, my finger nails bleed by the course gravel as I dug myself out of darkness. The happiness I welcomed much like a beautiful flower about to bloom. The candle burnt hard and fast but sadly our love couldn't keep the candle alight. You don't recall such affairs but that's okay. You now walk a free man, not loving the endless tr...