Beauty

is by far the best revenge.

beg for it.

I'm gunna wash away everything until you come home

So that's it..

Here I stand, my heart walking defeated..
Wondering if it should tread the same path.. the same means of justification.
"Never before," it beats, "have I endured such loss."
But... nothing has changed
it is all as it was before.

Knees weak
I fall to the fates, breathless.
For, though I am certain that good things come to those who do wait--
I fear I didn't wait long enough.

As I count the casualties that are my Ego, Pride, and Dignity,
my crystalline heart looks up in wonder and exclaims to the world; with silence on my lips,
"Oh glorious day! Thou hast forsaken mine wonder."

With heavy conscience I lay to rest my broken effort
for this day is none for battle..
but an evening to grieve the loss of my will--
to travel many moons on the unmarked path,
and rejoice a morning that soon awaits
beyond the dark horizon.

Unbearable pain takes the place of my hollow in between.

Did you ever wonder

why a heart aches?
How is it that anyone can feel an emotion writhe just beneath their chest?
something untouchable
unseen
so inescapable
can be felt so strongly as if it were directly inflicted..
how amazing, I often think to myself.

I don't think I'll ever understand it
seeing as I can't even state my concern with the least bit of eloquence.