you were never worthy of her

she's between nevada
and colorado now
married to another
and content
but there was a time
I waited
until early hours
to say goodnight
and once even her name
sounded like a prayer
but when you love someone
really love someone
when your longing is
overtaken by your own worthlessness
and all that is left
within your dying conscience
is the desire
to see her happy
with someone else
with anyone else
then you must let go of the ledge
and fall deeper
into a loneliness
where love cannot breathe
and where truth speaks cruelly

blossom on bridges

blossom on bridges

can hide cracks

that reveals the

rocky water beneath

blossom on bridges

can hide the smell

of rotted timber

that will not

support my weight

and blossom on bridges

can blind me

as I fall

why do it?

I tell myself
that I write to heal
but that's not true
it's just
that the suffering I endure
is slightly less
than filling my wounds with salt
and watching
daytime soaps

a fan

I found your blog by accident
you write beautifully
but you are such a tortured soul

cool
thanks
yup