i burn at the touch
of your stained hands
how dare you
in that moment
i forget how to forgive you
i forgive me just to forget you
i was enough
i am enough
i remember how i wished
your hands would be on fire
every time you touch all your lies
your hands brought them
back to life
on me
i forget how to not be a stranger in my own skin
you became a stranger in yours to forget
i was enough
i am enough
in a fleeting moment
i let myself believe
you were homesick
you knocked once
twice
thrice
and then you left
you forget how to try
you try to forget
that i was enough
i am enough
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
There once was a time
when I'd defend
those eyes.
Every eye is a chasm of beauty, the entirety of the soul.
That was a year ago.
My perspective has changed,
like the sound of your name.
I'm no longer familiar
with those eyes.
I'm scared.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
i loved you
like i've never been broken
in turn you broke me
like you've never been loved
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
What am I
But a memorization of
Echoes
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 7:46 AM UTC
sadness is an anchor.
it anchors you to the past in which memories circle you, mock you, hurt you.
it anchors you to your bed because it feels so hard to face the day.
it anchors you to the idea of the person you thought you knew, making you wonder if anything was even real.
it anchors you to the broken world that you've built with that person; it's destroyed and you sit in the broken remains in despair.
it anchors you to the thoughts of that person, how the person is doing, if the person prefer the new person better than you, if they are doing the same things, if the person is thinking about you.
it anchors you to the fear that nothing will ever get better, that you might not be able to live because you forgot life before the person.
it anchors you to the uncertainty of the future because you've planned so much but with the inclusion of that person and now you're lost.
it anchors you to your broken dreams, surrounded by the shattered pieces.
it anchors you to the piercing words that person said, things you never imagined them capable of saying.
it anchors you to the ghost of that person.
but never forget that even the strongest anchors are lifted once the ship is ready to move. you'll be ready one day.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
you knew me well enough to know
that i had a hard time
letting go of my past
and i knew you well enough to know
that you had a fear of being forgotten.
maybe that's why you decided to leave
and be part of my past;
i never could forget it,
never could forget you,
no matter how hard i tried.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
It has two kinds,
One, does not end - a perennial wait for you;
One, bound in a moment - wrapped in your embrace
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
even the moon changes every night, and I had the nerve to believe you would never change your mind.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC