pain

Beyond the edge of it all

I stand suspended without 

Watching the masses pick and prey

Leaving the scraps

What is leftover

Of time, care, and effort

When one is spread too thinly

Gingerly working to make ends meet

Grateful for each morsel sent my way

Not realizing I was so far away

From having something valued

Believing and valuing everything.

Pain emanating from a fresh wound

From taking for granted

The love layered and stitched 

In her heart for always planted

Cutting to the heart of the matter
Time will take her toll
It must be paid
And even still I want more

Not wanted how she wanted (wants)

On the outskirts still

Now but Forever

Rejecting the ego

Crushing damned ego

That kills the kindhearted

Breaking tender branches

Growing together

A hurricane 

A tempest

A loving soul

A mess

None of this makes sense.