Gone from us...

Entwined in a life so full of everything I hoped that it would be and seeking that which no one else craves,

Knowing that no matter what; storms of the deep relationships I hold with those I love;

Only escalate out of control as things grow into something I've yet to be told,

When the love you share is in the darkness of night, where the sharing of everything has died into nothing,

You know that the dark encrusted tales of that long since forgotten has become worse once again.

Not able to control the growth of the uncontrollable urge of the metal kisses,

The papery thin covering no longer a cover for that which is inside,

Like bursting the bubble out rushes a substance that one cannot control.

When finally the drops fall, the briney substance I've been told is my tears,

The emotions I feel is like nothing I have felt before, trying once again to understand what is happening,

Watching from outside my body, another liquid drops to the once warmed area that is the kitchen floor,

So easy to clean yet so easily messed up, the contrast of colour so dramatic,

Merging together the two liquids entwined, like we once were, close as those substances joining together,

So long ago it feels since I was there, once again forgotten how difficult it was, left once again to stare;

at the computer screen where we both met, once way back when we talked long into the night.

Pulling at the ribbons, unraveling the chain, breaking through the rust encrusted area, releasing you once again,

Explaining that it's going to be alright, no longer seeing the mask that was once created to hide it all inside,

Seeing that which is hidden from the rest of the world, loving the real person that hides within,

Once again remember to replace the chains and ribbons I encountered to protect the precious jewel within,

Sharing with only her the taunts that are hidden under a personal mask, no one will ever know the rest of what I hide,

Only once can one open up and grasp at the opportunity to share why you are so similar,

Like twins kept together a secretive language entertained, no one will ever know of the nights we sat up crying.

No longer comforted by the words once shared as the cold of the floor encompasses the remaining warmth of my body,

The paper thin layer; torn from the sticky chundered fluid beneath it, where once contained is now spilled,

Watching as the only thing to interupt the flow is the drip of that one last briney drop falling from the mask.

Where we once rung and hid from the rest of the world, encouraging the other that the kisses were no longer the answer,

Once we tried and succeeded yet no longer the voice of redemption, the rescuer from afar,

Hidden from everything, no longer is there the caring, the final voice is trying to tell me that everything has gone from what once was us.