Slowly, her fingers run
under the seal of a yellowed
envelop as if brushing against
his lips as he kissed it shut.

He delicately penned gentle
words, but a thousand
letters aren’t sufficient to prove his
devotion – A thousand miles not

enough to keep them apart. Once
only bound by infatuation and perpetual
poor timing, doomed to perish with
nothing but memories of a midnight

cursing the ticking second hand,
memorizing each embrace. She
refuses to buy into fate, but her’s is
sealed like the envelop in her hands.

Studying each word, running her
fingers over dried ink as if brushing
against his determined hand as he wrote.

I said I was okay,
                and another person was deceived.

When you watch the person holding your heart...
                                                                                Let go....

In slow motion, you feel it falling in your gut....
                                                             and the pound in your chest...

*As it touches the ground and shatters to pieces.

We are the women that bleed prufiously unto our dresses in the form of tears
The women that disturb the winds with their feral screams
The same women you love, yet deny

The silence
is too loud here.

Sometimes I want to tell the people around me to shut the **** up
So that I can listen to the voices in my head
But sometimes I'd like to tell the voices in my head to shut the **** up too
And simply enjoy the silence instead