Of Love

All of a sudden,
I have room to breathe,
room to see
that's not what I want.
You see?

Being alone does not compare,
to when your presence is felt,
on my skin
my mortal sin,
my mind directly focused on you;
to whom I don't compare,
my better half- quite cliche,
you're my one and only half,
to make me whole
my one to cherish
my one to hold.

Aftermath

Pulsing pain - rapture stained,
from neck to deck of salvaged wreck.
The price of pain too hard to feign,
un-tilled silence stumbles after
jagged violence binds the captured.
What has happened to all the laughter?