For Her Own Good

She walks to the sea

She know’s he’s near by

She swims out until she can no longer stand

Gasping for breath

He swims out to save her

Relief he’s here

Her Superman

He takes her in his arms

Helping her catch her breath

She gains her composure and bobs above the water with him

He’s her floatation device

He whispers trust me6c83c4993a48df61413aaabdaf852908

With innocence in her eyes

She nods yes while looking into the depths of his soul

He takes her down

She’s slowly running out of oxygen

But she trusts him

He’s holding her down

He starts to swim to the surface

But he won’t let her come up with him

He holds her under

He mouths for her to breathe

Suck in the ocean water c18eafdd18489d543ff3e8086ceb95ad

Trust him

He’s drowning her

… for her own good


She Was as Thin as Paper

c8b079625e8d73bcd093e82ad1a5bc3cA precious document

All perfectly inked in black

She’s framed and put up on a wall for display

That is until someone took her down to read her words and pages

Putting her words to heart

Her reader was deeply moved

Selfishly he threw away her frame and kept her in his pocket so he could take her out and read her whenever he wanted

But being in his pocket put so much wear and tear on her edges

They became frayed

They were ripped

She became discolored and her ink smeared

Eventually her words began to fade away

Being folded up and reopened

Being handled by unprotected hands

She started to disintegrate

Unable to read her anymore

He ripped her in half and threw her away

Discarded amongst the other trash

Now worthless

You Made Me Take a Separate Path

There are two paths in front of mecc38e2932ac7dadf283d1496e4504d4a
Two completely different
Both life changing
Take one side and you will walk with me
Hand in hand until the end of the road
The other side is lonely but I know that there are merging roads and paths along the way
Possibly you will be on one of those paths waiting for me as well
But it’s taking a chance
Either path is painful
With branches grabbing at my face and arms
Barefoot walking over sharp rocks
Either way is a completely different plan than my original purpose
Which pain to choose?
You could come and follow me down my path
But we both know that you want to go your separate way…

Exploding Time Bomb

6f6c132eb8fbd5cd457dd7cf1643a7d2A ticking time bomb

Every morning waking up disappointed that she didn’t detonate over night

Adding fuel to keep her going every day is a hardship when she would rather just explode

Problem is the destruction you leave behind afterwards

A huge mess for someone else to clean up4781bd0720d526a6a4a6babbf73c6100

Your loved ones finding the results of the catastrophe

Black coating everything that she used to touch

A thin film of memories covering the surfaces of peoples lives

Time is running out