Can you question the hand you're given
and try to comprehend the plans of Fate?
Is it possible the timing could be off,
that this time what Should have been was running late?

As the two paths cross and collide,
we find our hearts hanging on by a thread.
We evaluate every moment, every touch, every breath,
all the words spoken and those left unsaid.

This happenstance discovery of perfection
leaving one too many gaping holes;
a somber solitude must now occupy the night,
as the necessary healing sets in the depths of our souls.

Tracing mindlessly along the lines of my hand,
     My pulse races at the electricity of his touch.
Pulling me closer to lock his eyes into mine,
     It must be a sin to let my heart feel this much.
Laughing softly at our misguided, late-night words
     with no plans of waking up until noon.
Ending abruptly, at one long, warm embrace,
     **** my alarm for going off a moment too soon.

Worship inscribed on the soft of my wrist,
yet my heart feels pulled to the dismal abyss.
A faith, to be sure, and for love, I have tried.
But to Him I have sinned, and to Him, I've yet died.
I hold on to my longings, belongings, and nothing at all.
And further away, it seems that I fall.

His words chip away at my sleep-deprived brain,
and the color of his eyes feels too deeply ingrained.
I'm a restless wreck with chains wrapped round my hands,
as I steam towards destruction without much of a plan.
You vulnerable heart, you've failed me once more.
I need you back where you were, behind sturdy, closed doors.
Stop your incessant playing of these painful games,
because you know in the end, they all turn out the same.

The world is spinning faster now,
I'm starting to lose my grip.
I clench my fingers tighter now,
before I start to slip.

I'm watching words and halting thoughts,
trying to keep it all in line.
Answering all his inquiries
with yes, of course I'm fine.

Forcing smiles and bits of laughter
knowing not to ruin what I've got.
But I can't take the pain again,
and I'm down to my last shot.

Now haunting dreams and taking captive
all the empty spaces in my mind,
indecision takes its toll on me and
refuses to leave a peace for me to find.

So I sit in this state of uncertainty
until I'm released and free.
But my captor only laughs his vicious laugh
and strengthens his hold on me.

Just breathe.
In and out.

Simple breaths.
Try not to shout.

Cry your tears,
release the pain.

Learn from this,
you've much to gain.

You've hit rock bottom
Now go only up.

Let His Love heal you
and fill your cup.

Trust, fall deep,
feel His embrace.

The old side of you,
there won't be a trace.

Breathe. Sleep soundly.
This night's come to a close.

You're His beloved and He'll guide you
in the way only He knows.

As she sits on the busy street corner
she feels the emptiness of her happy home.
She watches and waits and she wonders
how a so-called love could make her feel so alone.
She bites her nails and taps her toes
and asks herself, after love grows where it goes.
So she flees and flies miles from her vacant heart
in a hope of finding something to catch fire, a new start.

But as she flies she feels the pain of those with
disapproving glares,
and she stares
out the window, but can't see past the facade that she'll
once again wear.

With no luck, she returns to her shattered dreams.
her heart continues to rip at the seams.
A happy home, they call it.
A hell hole, to be correct.
Not once does he swoop down to kiss her neck.

The loneliness rising,
the free air calls her name.
Unable to look past her peers and her fears,
she has only herself to blame.

So she sits alone in her happy home
Alone, alone again.