I do not want to be whole if she is hollow.

Love is watching her brain
tear away at her personality -
stripping her of all the humanity
I had selfishly imposed
upon her unstable shoulders.

Her cunning, her tricks,
her eagerness to enjoy this life
and more importantly,
enjoy it by my side,
are ebbing away like the tide.

I cannot be the shoreline, no.
I cannot keep her sanity
wound about my palms -
I’d be shackled to it
if only imprisonment was a choice.

She takes my heart with her.
She is a shell of the friend
I have woven into my life -
a ghost of yesterday,
a whisper of the past,
a fading photograph
I never realized I had taken.

She was the simple soul
that made the ground bearable
when my knees bled.
She made the days sweeter
when I ran out of sugar.
She made the nights warm
when Winter gnawed at my bones.

Love is not something beautiful
or simply written -
it is an inhalation, exhalation,
and every strangulation in between.

I love her but cannot keep her.
I am bound to her insanity
and she is taking me down with her.
Piece by piece,
every grain of sand
is stripped and stolen away.


I give them willingly...!!!