Smile slips,
Brows crease.
What thoughts do you chase,
Which I can not follow?
Where do you go
When you drift from here?
Is the grass greener,
A finer place than here and now?
Or a grim reality:
Lens dark with anger and fear?
If the former, could I see your vision?
If the latter, could I pull you back,
Had I the words?
So that hand in hand,
We are here.
Together.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
Divine and merciful,
this failing,
the imperfection of the mind
that allows us to forget.
Unbound by the weight
of yesterday,
I step lightly
and pretend:
Today
I am new.
I am whole.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
Target of lonely affections
Vessel of unwanted desires
Adored and idolized
Distant and ignorant
I cling to my delusions
That you might love me in turn
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC