Ringgren

I don't trust myself with you. Your eyes give me a million reasons, to run as far away as I can. Yet your words try to win me over. I don't trust myself with you. If I gave in, you would consume me. Eat me raw and leave the remains. Since I never take the reigns. I don't trust myself with you. Because you speak of your past,  as if you are proud of the broken pieces. Your battle wounds, a prize. I don't trust myself with you. With one embrace, you could break my will. I would fall and splinter. I don't trust myself. Because in my heart, I love the way you used to be. Willing, to fall...for me.

The absolute power of words not spoken, can bring down even the strongest of men. You find the words take hold, despite the silence that accompanies it. He doesn't need to say anything, because you already know. The pain that exudes from his eyes, tells you everything he feels. It is not about right or wrong, or even the way he curls his smile. It is the power of being, the better part of someone when they fall short. When he finds his courage again, you hope that he will extend it to you. To be that light in your world, when everything casts shadows. When you try to give someone, a part of your soul. You know that, you're ready to believe again.

The dark cries rip across the sky, he cowers under the bridge in fear. They are close but have not found him. They take humans, use them.  He knows when the night goes dark, he needs to run for his shelter. They took Her last week. He didn't sleep for two days, his heart was broken. As he peers beyond the city's limits, he feels the helplessness fill him. Without Her, he is nothing. The purge began three years ago. Nobody knows why, but humans are endangered. A second wave, of painful screams flood his ears. He needs to move. The sky is clear and he runs for it. His shelter is close,  and it's all he has left. A half hour later he's inside. The scent of her still fills the room. He lies down on her bed. The blanket smells of lilies, and he manages a smile. Why didn't they take him? As he sits up, he grabs the gun he's been saving. He's decided. He will try and fight for her. S

The world around me marches on, while I wait patiently in my tower. One from which I can observe, but never join in. I see the curve of children's lips, expressing that they are happy. I wish I could embrace the laughter, as easily as they seem to do. My tower is dark and cold, yet I try to bring joy to it. A fire crackles gently in my fireplace, and I take in the warm flames. Now the snow is falling in blankets, and I curl into a ball on my bed. Tomorrow is my birthday, perhaps I'll be free by then.

The way the waves crash in the bay, makes my heart weary. I am afraid of the water, and its unpredictable nature. Just like he makes me feel. Unpredictable and unreliable. Maybe that is what keeps me coming back for more. I study the white foam lapping at the shore. I wish I could be swept away, in the timeless waters. Disappear in the breeze, as the summer rain cleanses. You let me down again, and I seem to only, be able to wish for more. I had a dream about you. That's why I'm standing here, hoping the water takes me away. I find it hard enough, to breathe when you're not here, haunting my dreams is crippling. I wade into the ocean, and dissolve into nothing.