I'm losing it all through no fault of my own,
Yet
I feel guilty.
Such a strange occurance indeed, to fall out of obsession.
It wasn't gradual, in fact quite the opposite.
The taste of melancholy in every word as you blink back the tears and I, the numbness.
So what's it to be?
For all the care I once had is slipping,
Gripping as a child does to water,
It falls through...just like us.
Collapses in on itself.
A petty construction once deemed strong.
It breaks.
And it seems I'm standing here staring,
Having no need to blink any longer.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
I'm tired of subconsciously
promising my future
to someone
who isn't willing to
give me their present.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 5:44 PM UTC
'He was just some boy'.
I try to convince myself so.
I was his toy,
So easy to let go.
I bet he sleeps at night soundly.
While my eyes are trapped in an insomniac chase.
Him, midst an enviable slumber,
But next to me, all I feel is the hauntingly empty space.
His arms, no longer around me,
The jealous sting of another's caress,
Besotted by their eyes and lips,
If only his nature wasn't so careless.
He's not suffocated with constant reminders,
But every street has remnants of us.
Each sunken in face I see,
Once witnessed our search for lust.
His pulse quickens every once in a while,
On the off chance he thinks of me.
I hope regret tastes bitter, and leaves his mouth dry,
Craving my intimacy.
So, I'll face this harsh winter alone,
Sorrow replacing my former joy,
With nothing else to keep me warm but my bones.
He was just some boy
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
When we began, the journey felt long.
The roads endlessly twisted.
Sitting in the backseat, I like this song.
I'm thinking about how smart I was to risk it.
I venture through thoughts of us,
Now and then.
Making a stronger bond,
Making departure hard,
Because I don't know when it is I'll see you again.
Your eyes echo stories.
Your expression mirrors mine.
It's a bittersweet battle
As I plead voraciously with time.
The leaves caress your autumnal gaze.
In those hazel eyes, I thaw.
But your disposition is beginning to fade.
The former blue of my stare is now red.
Raw.
Oh, to be in your arms once more.
A truly blissful slumber,
Counting breaths and heartbeats,
What I'd give for such a comfort.
But last time I woke,
My reverie faced defeat.
I saw the trickery of love,
A sore sight of empty sheets.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC