Cruel Love

I'm breaking my own heart,

Crying over a Love that never even took place-

and never will it.

Mourning the passing of a life we could have had.

I used to be a human. Now, I'm just it's leftovers.

Nothing more than shattered pieces on the ground,

too small and damaged to piece and once again make whole.

If love is the most coveted secret of life,

why am i doomed to wait for a love I can never have?

But love them with all my heart, spirit and soul.

When we are alone, its not so painful.

But lonely without love, is sickening.

Without love, we fear it will never find us.

We also fear is absence once its grasped.

Seems we cannot win either way.

I am weak. Yet, the words my heart shouts,

has power to penetrate the very core of the earth,

diminish all but truth, revealing a truth much to

potent for you to ever perceive.

For you are Perfect.

And I'm so far from it.

Love your Life.

And I will live life's end.

Just Know I Loved you.

Unfortunately- always will.

Your Tongue is the Sharpest Weapon

I feel abandoned. Alone. Abused. Ashamed.

As if God himself has kicked me out of his loving circle,

All i wish, is for there to be more to life,

For war and hate to come to its end,

For love to take its rightful place in the World.

The sharpness is not in the knife but in the

words in which they spit at you,

Scars, Cuts and bruising heals,

but the worst weapons are the words you cut me with,

and they will remain forever in me.

In the world, we live as animals - as beasts,

do what we want, when we please,

do we ever stand back and see what we have,

do we ever see the pain we cause,

the people we kill with words and weapons,

the love that should have been - isnt.

the words that should have been said - werent.

what you should have been - you are not.

i am who i was created to be .

i say what i truly mean.

believe what i find inspiration in.

i am not a label. a tag. a thing.

im a human.

and thats no angel.