It's as if my body never forgot you,
Your softness, your warmth.
It fit with me so well,
In every curve, in every corner.
Like a missing part.
Its like your touch was always there,
Just softer, more airy, more loose.
Lingering on my skin,
Your lips touched way deeper
Than they should.
It's just as if you never left,
As if you were never gone.
How could you ever really go
When my hand was made to rest in yours,
When your eyes were ment
To look in mine.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
Yes, I was scared.
I tiptoed
Into your little corner.
I was so scared.
You could yell at me
Or hurt me ...
Or simply leave,
And I was scared of that
The most.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
And now I know
About the love
You spoke about so fondly
I never believed
It was mine.
And now I know,
From the way you hate me,
How much you have
To love
This broken soul
Of mine.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
Barefoot, I searched
for him to light me up,
stepping in our little kitchen.
There he was,
standing in the morning sun,
drinking coffee.
There he was,
still and silent,
watching something
no one else could ever see.
There he was,
singing softly,
lost in thought.
I walked in
and just a glimpse
was enough.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
With you, I felt
the moonrises on my skin,
the lingering of the stars
in between our bodies,
with you I felt the rivers
washing away all this blood,
I heard the trees
speaking softly,
I heard the tiptoe of your kisses,
you always knew where to plant them,
I heard the songs
hidden in silence, our deep breathing.
With you
nothing made sense.
With you
it all fit perfectly.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
And after awhile
the scary world
became silent
and small
letting me breathe
in the fresh sunset air
until I became,
revealing my wings,
I kiss you goodbye
and I fly away.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
I write,
for my soul is weary,
stumbling under your hits,
and it can not scream.
I write
so you, too, will feel my pain.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
And I have died
softly
a million deaths -
drowning,
bleeding,
choking.
And yes, I remembered you.
I have found you
in the pictures,
in the screams
of broken tables
in the ghosts
and in the glass ceilings...
You were with me
every time
I died.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
And in the early mornings
that I kept all for myself,
jealously holding them hidden
in the back of my mind,
I found myself,
the woman in me.
The serenity of the village
that's just started to wake up,
still sleepy.
And nobody saw me
dancing naked and barefoot
without any music,
nobody saw me smiling
or writing a new poem,
it was all my little secret,
the little life i lived
when I needed to find my strength again.
Nobody saw the moments
I felt the most alive,
nobody saw my soul rising above
the whole world,
singing to itself,
being free.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
This white, cloudy light
shining through my window,
caressing a small framed picture
of you
holding my hand
holding a flower.
Just weeks ago.
This silence, fading memory of the rain
has overflown my bedroom,
empty.
As if my reality was nothing
but a broken paintbrush,
a mandolin, waiting to be loved again,
a memory.
You knew how much I loved
drinking tea
with you and a poetry book
in our favorite spot
in our favorite cafe ...
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC