Scriptum Serma

And so the words fell soft as midnight. Gentle whispers that felt as gentle as a soft spring rain. And my heart opened and drank them in. How they coursed through my veins and found their way into my soul. What am I to do now? I find myself sinking in a world that I do not wish to depart. Not wanting to turn back. I think she has me. ~ B.T.

Am I not a burden to be cast? A thought unbearable. A stone to be thrown into the sea. Such is what my darkness brings. ~ B.T.

I speak with my silence knowing it will never be enough. ~ B.T.

Tired of the dreams. Tired of the thoughts. I need you here beside me and safely in my arms with your head upon my heart. This or simply let me fade as mist in the morning sun. ~ B.T.

I lay at night and often wonder if you can feel me. Can you hear your name upon my lips as it takes flight upon the night air? Do my dreams somehow reach you over this vast distance that has seen its way between us? Or am I merely playing the fool that believes in such magic? I'm not sure. But my heart speaks for itself and I will continue to play the jester if that is my role. ~ B.T.

Does she not render my heart helpless? Almost as if it could beat without her. My blood would not flow and I would grow cold and lifeless. Am I not tethered to her is some unseen way? I cannot help but think this bond has existed since creation. She consumes everything that I am and desire to be. Without her, I am nothing. ~ B.T.

The hour grows late and I can't think anymore. Thoughts of you trace the confines of my soul. It is only you that seem to stir my depths. But that is all that is there. Thoughts. Memories. These blank stares into the darkness waiting for you to appear. One can only hope that sleep comes quickly and this misery will end. At least for this night if no other. ~ B.T.

To stand at your precipice and simply collapse. This world exhausts me and I long to bathe in your depths. Let me forget this place for a little while a swim in the currents of your soul. ~ B.T.

When they are just words upon a page. Nothing but ink and emotion poured out line after line like heartbeats. But you feel them as fingertips upon your soul. They trace the memories, the scars, and all the little hidden sanctuaries you thought had locked away. Those are the ghosts coming to visit my friend. And sometimes they remind us of just how much pain we've endured over our lifetimes. ~ B.T.

God I hate my silence. It comes like a season and washes upon my shores like the first winter's wind. Cold and bitter. ~ B.T.

Can you forgive me for what I do not possess? Will you bandage the wounds that refuse to heal? Am I even worthy of such things. ~ B.T.

Whisper me goodnight and let me dream a reality that does not exist. And I'll be happy for a little while. ~ B.T.

I worry my heart no longer feels. I cut to see if I still bleed, if I am still part of the living. All so I can love. ~ B.T.

I spoke the words softly and watched as they gently etched themselves upon her skin. Line by line they traced every thought I cast into the night air. Both gentle and savage I become when near her. She touches me in both flesh and spirit. Both calm and storm in her presence. What is this that she has done to me. My heart hers and hers alone. ~ B.T.

I chased as one chases the wind. A fool with empty hands and an empty heart. ~ B.T.

Blankets of grey and the wind chills to the bone. The wind whispers her name and I am not long for this world. ~ B.T.

The silence covers me like a blanket. I am safe and warm. The noise of this place shut out and, for the briefest of moments, I am content in this world. ~ B.T.