I see shadows pass
And people go
But there you sit
Your hair down
A latte steaming
You need to know
With every movement
I see your heart and soul
The one sitting all alone
Is one I feel
I need to know...
I try not to resent over
the failure of
unpeeling the little layers of myself
the sightly, delicate wicked ones
that you’ve kept so guarded
to salve the belongings
among all the other broken things
before you took off your skin that settles
in your room closet
sounds rather sufficing enough
than to let this almost heart slip backward
wrapped in the demon’s breath
I am moved to tears when I see the spontaneous goodness of a person’s heart
that at times is surely lacking in many people of the world which we’re a part.
Being with you was like trying to keep water in cupped hands.
No matter how tightly I held, you still seeped through the cracks.
All I wanted was merely a sip,
A tiny taste of the love you had to offer.
I had been thirsty without knowing I needed a drink until you teased me with your cool touch.
But before I could bring my hands to my lips,
The last drop hit the floor.
You were gone.
Leaving me nothing to soothe my chapped lips and burnt heart.
But here's a secret I learned shortly after you left.
I wasn't in a desert and you weren't an oasis.
All I had to do was grab a glass and turn on the tap.
I found a way to quench my thirst from another source,
And from that day I never looked back.
Dust off your closet
and hack off that trophy wall
pack every one of them
and make them your prisoner
for the remaining life
if you want to be remembered
then start pinning your rejection letters
on the trophy wall of forgotten past,
till you hear every word
sanity will beg you to fight
and the heart would race against mind
if even thinking about this is too much
then the smooth sea is all yours
you were not the one for untested waters
cause drowning was one of your fears.
She loved me more
even though she saw me lying on the floor
She gave me her hand
even though she knew i couldn't stand
She gave me her heart
even though she knew mine was just a painful blot
She loved me in darkness,
She loved me in rain,
She loved me in vain,
She loved me in loneliness,
She loved my pain,
even which I couldn't contain
So I wish her the sun
I wish her the moon
I wish her good days
I wish her a summer noon
This time, when I say it,
I want you to know it will not just be for attention.
The world has finally shut its doors,
And I stand outside, alone in the darkness, yearning for affection.
The gatekeepers snarl and snigger each time I get close,
And my mind races, it's roaring above my heart.
Instead of attempting to regain entry, it spits out hatred,
And pulls itself apart..
"I can do this on my own", it speaks out,
"Who needs love, care.... hope?"
"I don't need your pity, your crummy hands to hold me.
I can do this, I don't need anyone .. I can cope!"
And when my minds' voice bounces into the airy silence,
My heart grabs an opportunity to say:
"Hear me instead of these lies that my mind's feeding!
I've never truly wanted to be out here all alone.. I want to go home where loving arms take the darkness away.."
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