from where we came

The burning embers of our love blow through the wind to burn our skin.

From where we came only dragons know, yet it was a place of passionate fire.

We had it all until you tore a hole through my heart and I smashed our love to shards.

Now, we stand in the silent darkness waiting for the earthquake to crush what is left of our love and return it all to the dirt.

My chest aches and yours is broken;
still, I wish we hadn’t fucked it all into pieces.

Looking to the Alps

They stand hand in hand looking to the Alps.

Reflective and oddly calm, she says, “Up here the world is crisp and clean. You and I can talk without the madness of society getting in the way…Don’t you love the way the snow sits upon the mountains, yet the sun still shines and it isn’t too cold?”

He pauses for a few moments to breathe in the crisp air, “It’s beautiful for an Autumn day…the light, it’s welcomed here and not despised…I could live in this country…”

She looks to him and smiles, so he adds, “The sun feels different in Australia compared to Switzerland…Perhaps it is weaker?”

She squeezes his hand and he kisses her forehead, as she responds, “Yes…it feels fainter…let’s stay a little longer.”

The Past

You stare into the mirror hoping for something different. This is you and you know who you are now. It took the broken pieces of your past to come together, just like this mirror, for you to see clearly. You look into the mirror and say, “Well, a bit of foundation will do.