Tatters

You held my sanity in the palms of your hands,
And, as I watched, you ripped it to shreds,
diminished it to disheveled and useless tatters.
Now I sit listlessly, hopelessly, helplessly,
waiting...waiting...waiting.
You did everything you could
to demean me, disrespect me, despise me;
Now I wonder what you did to blind me so.
A hindering help, you were-
You never expected me to be more than
your second fiddle.
You always expected more than I could give,
I always gave more than I could expect to.
My heart grows colder with each passing day,
And with each passing moment, the light shrinks
from my consciousness.
Tirelessly I threw myself into becoming
everything you wanted me to...
But I tripped, fell flat on my face.
Now I don't even know who I am anymore.
My identity, my heart, my lucidity-
they're all lost causes now...
damaged beyond recovery.
Those pieces of me have died...my spirit hangs by a mere thread.
So I became a murderer...
Killed the killer,
and deadened the chunk of my bruised heart
that was consumed by you.
And now there's an unmendable hole there-
Where once love was, there is now an
undying fear of everything
that ever was and could possibly be.
Now there's emptiness.
Now...there's nothing.

Desert Rains

If life was a desert,
you'd be my rain,
the quench to my thirst
after miles of mirages.
If the sky fell today,
I'd catch a cloud for us to float on.
You're the sun to my days, the stars to my nights,
utter completion to my unfinished dreams and wishes.
The pieces of us are like rain to an ocean,
falling steadily together to continuously
add to one completely and unmistakably
unstoppable force.
You have all of me,
completely,
infallibly,
forever.
I love you.