Going Alone

They make me feel like strangers,
And his arms are the only ones that feel like home...

Crawling on wounded knees,
Right to the ends of the earth,
Where I reach out for his gentle touch,
Only to be tickled by butterflies;
Teasingly...

A world where I am shunned and alienated,
If only for my innate nature;
There lies no riddle here,
Only a broken fragment of what was once a soul...
Peppered with raindrops that slice
Into what is left of me.

Only ever after,
This blissful illusion is shattered,
They try to anchor me to sanity,
And I loathe them all for being my chains,
Dragging me down, beckoning me to drown;
They are like moths, pestering me.

In this primal state,
I scream against the bubbles,
Going against the grain
Of the still, dark waters,
I know I'll never find it;
My blue skies...

All of the miseries in this pain filled world
Cannot hold me back anymore,
For I do not care at all;
It is a place tainted by visions of delusions,
While the only place that is real anymore,
Is my place in your heart.

Every time that I write,
My fingers flow over the keys like a tsunami,
Thoughts floating in like tender driftwood...
Tousling his hair as a trivial moment comes sailing by,
Rasping my palm against his stubble,
And he caresses my cheek to match,
Leaning down to go through the motions with me,
Only parting from this dismal reverie to kiss my forehead...

It is a moment;
Gone.

On tattered wings of the soul,
I silently drift away...