Torn Apart: Hey baby this poem is for you, an...
I Look deep into your eyes...

Yes.
I remember then...

In the majestic piney mountains cold,
caressed by the drifts of falling snow...

Take me off your pedestal,
because I dethrone myself...

If only the sky was purple,
Instead of its sad old blue...

And in that place
my rage reaches out...

Late in the night,
when all but the owls take their slumber...

It folds and swells and curves,
this form I wear...

I am cold here in my heart.
Cold inside this beating, pulsing place...

One decision makes a consequence.
An immovable choice set in the stones of time...

It banged in the door when we first met,
somehow both louder and quieter...

Acidic words burn like wild fire,
as angry yells shatter and tare...