New Door

I am leaving this door step bruised and battered from the falsified pretenses you kept me with.
I can hear you begging behind a closed door beating on what's left of my heart.
I am finding myself while leaving a stranger I love alone with his demons and reflection to contemplate what he's lost and what he still has.
I have already found my peace in another pair of brown eyes and strong arms, my little secret soul that holds my pain like diamonds on his neck.
I never was great at walking away from a dream even when the clarity was a static screen and the bigger picture unfinished.
I needed too see things through to a bitter end and leave pieces of myself to tell the story.
This time I leave in silence straight into the words of my lover letting new syllables annonciate along my skin.
I walk away knowing I did all I can to bring the dead back to life with nothing more too work with then ash.
So now I am coming back to life in clean sheets and new hands, understanding arms and a mind too finish my thoughts in a gasp.
It is sad to come too an end when you are only just beginning but it is beautiful to be treated daily with the initial feeling.