This is the Moment

This is the moment when my broken heart feels like a physical illness where the pain inside flows outward and surrounds my cheeks with rivers and stains. The needles of memories and hopes and dreams sting as they push to the surface of my being. This is the moment when my tears release and I feel weak and scared and alone. This is the moment when I need you and I hate you equally. This is the moment when my tears spawn more of the same and I must face my own emotions and again I am alone. Alone. Alone. 

Why do I try to hold on to you? Why can't I be stronger. Alas, I am miserable without you and tortured through your wrath. 

Life.

Life

Is like a
pendulum
Dancing back and forth
And swinging--
Between a rock and a hard place
Until we crash
Or break
Only to cross over again at
The beginning.

Awake.

Wired. Not tired.

Once in a blue moon or two or three..

Triple threat, or migraine onset

Rumor has it the planets are to blame.

What to do in a moment,

When each minute becomes an hour?

Dream of waves Passing and Crashing

Through head pounding distractions, empower.

Now who's concerned why I write

At this hour of night?

--Considering this headache conspired..

As my thoughts dance across another lonely hour.

But what's left to do beyond writing the truth?

It's over before it began

And, does pain pass too quickly

For us to remember how it felt?