Window

Don't be mistaken
when the painted glass shatters away,
and rose scented memories fill the room.
We've been colored lights
dancing until dawn
in deep chuckling breaths.
A shadow came along.
I failed to believe it.

The light hues,
and stained panes
have been adequate to see through.
Soldered.
Fixed in freeze frames.
Reveling a pleasant time.
My misery evolves.
Certain colors tamper with trust.
I should paint over this glass.
The fine lines of concern
settle in the cracks.
We are beautiful.

Chips settle slowly in the light.
Mosaic-ed in shades
that stop some in their tracks.
Water color traces the mirrored profile.
Severed in short
sharp edges.
The surface had our appearances
smoothed over carefully.
Conference agreed.
This is worth saving.
Clean, transparent views
started after I took a hammer to the wall.
Now a couple can be caught
looking longingly out the window.

Brutal

Struggling is a heart song
I brutally dance to.
Play a different melody please.
I need to forget how difficult things have been.
Let my chest vibrate at the noise of you.

A jukebox with limbs and personality
will accept silence as a payment.
I guess I didn't hear anything at all.

Back to my own anthem.
If you hear me humming
it's because I didn't divulge any
lyrical conviction.
I sing everything that I remember about us to myself.
Brutal aberration to interrupt a mutilated distraction.
I do this through poetry....
you can add the music.
I manage to dance through refinement.
Through the distrust.
In hysterical confusion,
and permeating lust.
All of the mutiny hardships can offer.
I don't merely manage to stand....
move my feet.
I celebrate them through ballroom waltzes.
You already warned that you can't dance.

Brutally fallen on the cusp of moonlight.
The sun was torn from the sky.
Let me hear what bellows in the tragedy.
To become this whisper
I had to be brutal.

The same voice that laughs at the wind,
and has seen starlight and vengeance simultaneously in shades of purple.
Goodnight to the loose stitching.
All are undone.
So long to the waves at the river.
It was brutal to keep my head above water.
When you intentionally envy all who bare to run away,
and I chanced to circumstance all that brutally remain.
Thrust on.
Vicious is love and terrible time is only forgivable if I savagely burn away.
They all dump buckets on my head.....
Hearts that haven't any pity.
Brutal compliance,
we both know my soul ferociously awaits.