Feels like
I’m on an ultimate low …
like I’ve got no where to go
because I’ve been running for so long …
that I can’t go any more.

The walls trap me …
building this barrier.
which can only be broken
by my mental
agility
ability
to set myself free
from this fucked up reality.

I just don’t want to be
another casualty
to love …
for I’ve been shot a couple times
and the scars
remain to heal
revealing
the concealed feelings
of the past.

I try not to go back
but I’d get flashbacks
after flashbacks…
sweat dampened sheets
heart beats
exceeding
world records
as I awoke from my sleep.

Remnants of parts
still occupy space
right here
in my heart
with the thoughts of our
lips
hips
entangled
in each others touch
while making love
to the sound
of body waves
hitting the shore.

<3 Liza Mae
It’s getting late … zzz