I saw the light with you;
but also saw the underworld.
We plunged into the darkness,
ventured into the unknown.
Something about it was so beautifully scary;
But it was time to take a break,
to embrace the light again.
You made your home in the darkness,
established your throne.
You know just what I want to hear.
You say all of the right things to me
but what are words without actions
The definition of sweet nothings.
It was too easy;
the lies rolled off your tongue
like flooded waters.
Something once peaceful
now a messy nuisance.
The water expands,
the salt corrodes,
everything is damaged in its wake.
A relationship extended beyond its expiration date;
each lacked the courage to leave,
to walk away from that which was unfulfilling.
Compromising satisfaction for familiarity,
because of time invested.
Never mind the instability,
the pain inflicted upon one another.
What was thought to be “love,”
was only selfishness.
Then you ask yourself,
did you live a lie?
When was there a time
that we spent together,
where we weren’t being tormented
by our demons.
Shot by me in the Vatican Museum, Rome, Italy (Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden)
Our hearts beat for one another
While simultaneously being torn apart.
They leave messy trails behind them,
physically and emotionally;
the boys who break hearts
The empty love that wafted
so effortlessly off their lips
and into the mouths of the unassuming;
they whispered reassurances
during moments of weakness,
only to break said promises later
Their actions show that their words carried no weight
They lash out in fits of anger and break things;
to show strength,
to release the ugly energy
They break up homes and come from broken homes
Capable of breaking others, they manipulate;
the smart ones find the right woman
and break her too,
because ‘strong women need to be broken’
Is there hope for the broken boys who’ve lost their way?
Those who carry the stench of darkness
and wear it like a badge of honor –
an undercurrent that runs so deep
You almost feel bad for them
they have the bravery to act on their brokenness
You hide from yours and bury your inner torments
then you feel sorry for yourself,
because you’re broken too
and that’s what broken people do.
Pic taken by me at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery