About last night

I loved you so much 
I would have walked 

Along the edge of a hundred swords

To reach you if you needed me,

I loved you like a drop of tear in your eyes

Was the poison that could kill me

And I would rather have had

my heart ripped out

Than let anybody else in

I don’t know how I did that,

Stood still

and listned to the wail

 of your breaking heart 

But now I clamp my hands over my ears

To drown the echo and go to sleep,

When I do,

You are the nightmare or the dream

Now when I look for traces of me in your life

I hope to find more of those photographs 

We are smiling in

And not the scars that left you bleeding words,

Empty eyed,

If someday they remind you of me

And you wonder

If I spent last night thinking about us,

I want you to know

I did

I loved you so much

I thought I would die without you

And you know, I did.

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People we call broken

The people we call broken

Are more often warriors

burried under rotting carcasses

Of everything they fought for,

Stood with

They may not stir 

And light may bounce off their blank stare

But they are not gone,

Not yet

They are not broken

If they haven’t left the battlefield

Where the humus spits out more heroes

Than time can inhume.