I'm at home in Bracebridge, being here reminds me of why I was so eager to leave in the first place.

A million times,
the stars have burst,
you set them aflame,
i fell for your false promises,
you've been found guilty,
why do you walk in and out of my life,
when you tell me i'm a lovely breeze,
you disappear like you've been caught in a hurricane,
what's wrong with me,
to make you up and leave,
lie to me and fill me with hope,
whisper sweetly and wrap me in your arms,
in the morning run for your life,
what have i done to be so deserving,
you're careless, how could you be so blind,
can't you make up for what's been lost,
still no word you keep me dangling,
how cruel and unkind you must be.

and yet another:

What does your enthusiasm mean?
we can never be, you said,
but now you can't wait,
a hurried invitation,
does it access your heart?
what changed inside,
have you realized what we've become?
are you letting your heart lead?
will i fall once again,
even if it's wrong,
why do i feel so contrite,
dreaming of reaching,
those lips again,
the flushing of my cheeks,
from the invasion of tempting reminders,
how can you deny,
when i see it clearly,
i'm waiting for the words,
and the moment to arise.

Sorry for the delay, being bedridden and sleeping takes up too much time:

Riding high on an aspiring axis
A failed fire that lies
Deepened, digging a darker desperate dwelling
But you couldn’t memorize enough lines
I remain a fallen figure in your plotted ploy
False found a home imbedded within my skin
I conjured a confession from your courteous claims
Last light littered litigation left me longing
sick succulent situations sitting and seeming simple
retaining relevance, reaching redundant rapports
what wretched withering wounds need to repair
you refused to rest with ridiculous reasons rightly
weathered, worn with the wind, wrestling with the suggestion
where did I choose the same old beaten path
caked with the charcoal crimson chaotic confusion
emptiness unfolds and gesticulates towards me
suggested successions of sweet sullen sections
justify your vindictive procedures that leave me volatile


and I hate you for making me feel this way
can’t take a break to acknowledge my existence
playing, pretending, dressing up to be
then steps on my insides
I had fallen into a pit of flames
You came and I tumbled into the sweetest skies
Now I’m left in disarray