Category: Poetry

What is enough? When is it enough? When one gave you all, everything they had and were and would become, you took a meaningless fling instead of accepting everything.

Like the towering maple tree I have grown through adversity. Scarred and bare my heart and head. Growing still, because not dead Even though my heart may ache Another loveless winter I can take.

I miss the season of butterflies, when days were light and warm. The light of the dawn in your eyes And that smile, your greatest charm.

Your entire world is filters and masks, Makeup, falsehoods, and lies. Diversions, illusions, and delusions To trick the soul and eyes.

The world grey and fuzzed As your mind, clouded with doubts. Soul dark, and ripped out.

Your heart is now colder than the Canadian plains, A freeze in the soul that fails to numb the pain Of your lies.

I see your true colours Black as your heart.

We begin in darkness And watch the dawn arrive. We run in the light for a while, But then it fades. And we finish in darkness, Alone.

As I break All I want Is you.

You should wear the Scarlet A For what you choose to do each day: Lying, cheating, breaking the Vow. Who is Flying, and Falling, now?