Only When You Exhale

Love burns the flesh and bone maddening the heart on brink of insanity.

Stammering to hold on,
insecure with ourselves and accusing with eyes full of tears.

Unraveling the fortress we had begun to build to protect ourselves from scrutiny, from the outside influence pointing fingers,
labeling what has no explanation.

There is a hole in our walls allowing the past to lash it's deadly tongue on our future.
It means us bleed apart, it means to sever the bond between hearts leaving us without breath staggering to separate corners to repair what can never repair if we are dead.

We need only to hold on to one another, allow our strength to deafen the screams of doubts that threaten ghastly shadows over our life.
We can take the pain of losing all else,

say for this....

Where I exist is where you beat, I can only breathe when you exhale.

Know this...

Love is a sword that can sever the past.

Troubled mind need not wander  searching for reason to let what killed us once breathe again.

I
Am..
We...
We are here!