Half

Everything and nothing
seemed to happen that day.
Perfection,
and complete disarray.

I am only half,
half happy, half empty.
The other is out somewhere
trying to find his heart.

Garbage cans,used tissues,
torn love letters, the ocean.
Through wastelands, rewinding
every tear. He searches in
a quest without end.

We are only half as grand,
a broken diamond,
a forgotten puzzle,
a crescent moon.

I have it safe,
cradled on fluffy pillow,
locked within my own.

He'll never know.

The Last Petal

One white rose,
I held in my hand.
One petal falls
he Loves me for sure!
But out of chance,
another fell too.
Thorns begin to set in,
pure white
to blood red.
He must love me not.
Petals failing to hang on
to vine to which their bound.
Does he love?
Or, does he not?
Perplexed,
as the last petal falls.

Here

Here lies mystery
broken shutters of what
once was.
Here lies pain,
childhood,
my first love,
my final struggle.
Water runs brown,
walls torn down.
A peculiar scene,
blistering my eyes.
Here lies my past.