~your mouth is glued shut and they're standing across from you screaming about the grocery list and scented candles
~your lover is sitting next to you trying to tell you how your emptiness is seeping into his veins
~there are eight things you're forgetting at each moment in time and the ring around your left index finger is cutting your circulation.
~the planetary energy around you is rotting and you've anchored yourself to this very earth
~holding everyone around you on higher pedestals. purposely sabotaging the smile that just about crept onto your precious face
~the congruity of your parts has fallen and the spaces between each finger have started to collect dust.
~the scales of your peaceful life have been tipped for so long that you're the one who cries in grocery stores
~chasing so many avenues of adventure and thought at one time that your hands are becoming transparent
~you're dour, emotionless and resentful. you're an accurate description of the sun's frown but his smile hides it.
~you spit hateful phrases at him but are dying inside at the sight of his tears at your fault
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
Let me sit here and sadly watch the rain. With the constant roaring thunder and the occasional strike of lightning illuminating my face. The raindrops pattering on my windowpane. Storms are magical, they are wondrous and beautiful. But I sit here in tears because I will never be as magical, wondrous, or as beautiful as a thunderstorm.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
You're just another ******* casualty. Losing you was at first, easy. And then over time it slowly got harder and harder until finally, I broke. Silently and elegantly I separated into numerous pieces which each was scarred by you and your negligence. You're just another ******* casualty in my genocide of brokenness.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
Every fibre in my body aches for you.
My eyes for just a glimpse of your strong frame.
My lips for your lips.
My hands to feel the steady beat of your heart.
My ears for the familiar sound of your voice.
Every skin cell pulls away from its attachment just to be closer to you.
I envy your sweaters, they absorb your scent as you wear them.
I dispise each blink for taking my gaze away from you for only a second.
My voice yearns to speak your name and most of all my ears wait patiently to hear your words, if it's "I love you" or "I want my hands around your neck", I am listening.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC