Mostly I Dream About Being With You

"happy Birthday," He Sighed, And Leaned Down To Touch His Lips To Mine. I Reached Up On My Toes To Make The Kiss Last Longer When He Pulled Away. He Smiled My Favorite Crooked Smile, And Then He Disappeared Into The Darkness.

When You Live For The Fight, For The Blood, The Relationships You Form Are Tenuous And Easily Broken.

Before You, Bella, My Life Was Like A Moonless Night. Very Dark, But There Were Stars, Points Of Light And Reason. ...and Then You Shot Across My Sky Like A Meteor. Suddenly Everything Was On Fire; There Was Brilliancy, There Was Beauty. When You Were Gone, When The Meteor Had Fallen Over The Horizon, Everything Went Black. Nothing Had Changed, But My Eyes Were Blinded By The Light. I Couldn’t See The Stars Anymore. And There Was No More Reason, For Anything.

My Skin Burns Where It Meets His. It Feels Better Than Good, But It Sets Off A Strange Aching In My Chest.

How Sad. How Frightening. To Be Filled With So Much Hate That You Could Not Even Rejoice In The Healing Of A Child...how Did Anyone Ever Come To That Point?