-Broken
To watch you,
my precious machine,
fall apart,
and to pieces,
makes me drop to my knees, plead,
and have eyes full of

You begin to speak to me
And your voice wraps around my soul
As I listen to those tender whispered words
Suddenly my broken

"The Year of Tears You Haven't Cried" - for Bri

Were I to sit out under the stars
tonight counting,
the wind whispering

Healing You

Darkness falls while innocence quickly fades, taking everything you think is yours

Control, stability and ripping

MENDED AND COMMENDED

Plunging wound, I needed healing,
Gangrene growing, blood congealing,
Flesh escaping in a haze,
I recounted