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I felt the cool blade touch my skin. I saw the glint of silver in the mirror and the shinning metal flashing rainbow colors on the ceiling. And I dared myself to press harder and harder, then I felt myself drag the blade across my wrist. Then the warm trickle of deep red blood dribbles down my wrist and falls on to the floor in big red drops. The crimson blood speckled the floor and I did it again. As I slowly lifted my sleeve and saw the scars of what I had done in the past, the memories flood back to me. I remembered all the hurt, pain and emotions each one carried. Salty-sweet tears poured down my face and the floor had new new drops to add to it. Crimson drops of blood and clear salt tears combined on the floor at my bare feet. I knew I should stop but I couldn't, and I felt the blade bite into my skin again. Each new time I dared myself to press a little harder, just hard enough to let out the pain, and hurt. As I looked at my scared arms again and on the stained floor a fresh new pattern formed of hot blood and tears as the memories flooded back againand i pressed the blade harder still....

My heart is shattered inside my chest.

Sometimes the pain is just too much to bear.

But I must keep going.

There is nothing that can cover the pain of my lonely broken heart.

I fell for you knowing I shouldn’t have let myself go.

Now I must put the pieces of my shattered heart back together and keep moving forward.

I can only pray for a happier future on the horizon.

I pray for a new better love but I know you will always have a piece of my bitter path-work heart.

You let my heart shatter to pieces and kept a few pieces to yourself unknowingly.

Sometimes…

Sometimes I close my eyes and cry.

Sometimes I close my eyes to block out the pain…

Sometimes I feel as though my eyes have seen

Far too much in their short existence.

All the pain they have seen and will see…

Sometimes I just close my eyes and pray it was all a bad dream.

Sometimes I close my eyes and cry.

Sometimes…

Spiders weave a fragile web.

With whispering, sticky feet skittering across

The lace like strings,

Weaving together a masterpiece,

Slowly taking their time.

Carefully

Ever so carefully

Spitting out a thin string of web

And lacing together their

Work of

Art!!!!!!

I sit here and wonder can I do it.

Can I truly wait those three years for you?

Can I wait that long:

To hear your voice whispering in my ear;

To feel your touch caressing my skin;

And have your sweet breathe blow through my hair?

And then I remember that for you;

I will do anything and that

Waiting will just make all those things

That Much Sweeter!!!!!!!!!