This I felt

When you love someone, the depth felt
goes beyond comprehension. by no means
does any part of you make sense.

This, I felt. Yet I controlled so well
this hidden parts, until I broke off, completely.
I loved. I wanted. I hoped.


A faded dream.

Recollecting is good. A dram given
on a cold night. A laugh held in a bit of
darkness.

Kindness spat at me when I was
just getting back on my feet. A complete
was out as I follow.

Holding myself closed. I find
my mind opened and thankful.
I find myself again, in paintings and
copper twistings.

A small reminder that love given
to the wrong person can make us be
wary of giving to others who so deserve
us.

Taken back, I sigh. Thankful for
my colorful dreams. Lost of yesterday
by means of safety. Found today
in joy.