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Rachel Glen Feb 2017
Into the night I drive, headlights peering curiously at me before passing by in slow motion.
Everything has become drenched in this murky darkness, dragging and pulling at my frayed edges.
Hardly can I recognize myself any longer, as I stare blankly in the mirror, dead eyes glazed over.
Old love, do you happen to see the listless dreams within the lines dug through my once smooth skin?
Hysterics bubble to the surface of my lips as I remember again how you threw my love in my face, clearly you had it in abundance.
Realizing that you simply don't care, as you can't even bring yourself to meet my pleading gaze.
Admitting defeat, I turn away, dragging my decimated heart behind me, down into the inky valley where I'll wait.
I'll wait until I am able to understand that I am worth a love as grand as mine, someone who puts the Sun and Moon into my skies, as I blindly thought you once did for me.
A love so bold it brings shame to the beasts who chase each other across galaxies, time and time again.
Perhaps someday I'll be more than a pit stop on someone's promiscuous road and I'll find a home in this careless world.
Where forever doesn't come with an expiration date.
Rachel Glen Feb 2017
Did she even have to convince you?
Or did you follow along willingly, a puppy with a lead.
How could you not feel the ghost of my kiss upon your lips,
Whispering every single I love you, so softly.
How my hand would trail down your back, wrap around your side,
Tugging you closer to the safety of my heart.
When she gave you that look, I fear you fell headfirst.
Not once did you think of how I felt you so strongly,
As your roots were buried within my very being.
My love, I would have followed you through the valley of death.
But I guess her lips formed the right words, playing your tune so sweetly.
Haven’t you thought of how hard it has been for me,
To stitch up my remaining half of our heart?
The way I’ve bled for you and the future we had at our fingertips.
I’m left to wonder why I couldn’t give you what you wanted,
Why my entire heart and soul wasn’t good enough?
She must have been everything I never was, for you to stray so far.
In this palpable darkness, I fear I’ll never find my way out.
I’ll continue to claw at its edges, while you love another.
Never would I wish you harm, as I’d be my own enemy.
And so, my green eyes, I hope she’s all you could dream of,
I hope she’s worth my shattering world.
Rachel Glen Feb 2017
I spoke with the trees until they helped me to sing your name upon the wind.
Passing in all directions, they carried whispers to one another, admiring how the moonlight seemed to make your skin glow.
They told me how you danced through the ferns, your black-clad frame disappearing until the stars shone within your bottle green eyes.
When I dreamt of you, the leaves drifted your scent to curl around me, an embrace filled with longing.
You spoke my name, a breath carried along the honeysuckle wind.
Tasting your cruel sadness, my tongue felt thick with regret.
My sweet dream, how could you not feel the air around you charged with the pain of my soul, the words trapped in my throat.
I tried to speak my apology, but miles away you had wandered, stealing my heart, hiding it in the jar within your pack.
Branches leaned down to eavesdrop on your heartbreak, alien to the endless life of an oak.
Tinged in blue, your resting place reflected the depths of our despair.
Closer I tasted you, felt the hum on my skin, excitement buzzed in my soul.
Those eyes on the horizon, I watched you turn away.
Rachel Glen Feb 2017
While I fought to contain the agony,
you walked over the stolen words and out of my sight.
Desperate, I sought after you,
surely this was a mistake.
But in her arms you lay, peace written on your face with soft spoken kisses.
Your home within me was decimated, a sanctuary no longer.
Only barren memories of a time not long ago,
where I was the one who whispered to you that everything would be okay.
Rachel Glen Feb 2017
Once upon a time, I fell into a wormhole.
When I landed on the other side, I awoke within your sunny green eyes.
As I stared in wonder, I felt for the first time ever something deep inside, a tight ache within my chest.
A string woven from your smile, intertwined between the atrium's of my heart.
From that moment on, I would live to assure that smile never faltered.
I came to learn everything about you, from the way you purse your lips in abstract focus,
To the silence that falls upon you in the early hours of the warm mornings.
Our every encounter burned onto my skin, a walking collage of every kiss, of every touch.
My heart strings you played beautifully, as softly as you spoke to me.
Malleable I became, yearning to be everything you could ever dream of,
My very essence shaping around the orbit of our bodies and thoughts.

Then I felt you cut my lifeline, your words fell upon shattering eardrums.
And here I sat, a fool with a knotted heart, bleeding misery and confusion.
Wishing with all my heart your words were a cruel joke.
I stopped to laugh, as I realized I never meant anything to you.
Our future was nothing other than a one-sided fantasy,
While she sat triumphantly, holding your attention that was so easily given.
Clearly you were otherwise occupied.
But my lovely dream, think back to that cold January day, when tears fell like rain,
When I offered you my remaining broken heart, my final plea,
A love that still shone through every single blow,
and Please, Don’t Forget Me.

— The End —