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Stephanie Nov 14
Why has my life always felt like nails on chalkboard?
The insistent grating sound, thrumming throughout my being.
I can taste it sometimes, it's always so putrid and dry.
The nails have been ***** and chipped for so long.
How are they still ever so piercing?
Stephanie Oct 15
What is the vice that seems to take hold in my chest every time I remember?
Maybe the vice is the weight of all the relationships I failed in.
All the moments I wish I could relive and take control of.
The sensation of emotions that wash over me every time I experience a flashback weighs so heavily on me.
All of a sudden I feel like I am crying and screaming even though I have an impassive expression and dry cheeks.
Grief attempts to claw up my throat, causing my throat to feel agonizingly raw.
All I can do is sit as stoically as I can while my mind pivots and my body becomes numb yet tender with the accompanying urge to escape.
The sounds of rustling papers alert me.
"Have you ever thought about harming yourself or others?"
An impassive expression.
She has done this over and over again, it is but an invasive formality to her.
I am brought back to reality and paste on a serene face.
The grief stays, hanging on to the thread that is my uvula.
Stephanie Aug 10
What is a home?
The definition relates to permanency.
A place where you will always return.
Home was a person to me.
A person I could always return to.
I used to come home to her.
A shelter, a place where I could take haven from this cruel world, all in one person.
At one point my haven started to mold.
The damage I did not see before started to unveil before my eyes, once I saw the mold.
I stopped feeling safe.
I could no longer stand at peace.
Coming home slowly stopped being an option.
One day I decided to face my home one last time, and I returned to a fire.
Everything was set ablaze no longer salvageable.
Every memory passed through my mind and all I could do was walk away.
I walked away from my ruined home.
Stephanie Aug 10
A necklace.
I would face my emotions for her once I gave her the necklace.
It would be a promise.
For once I would be honest.
My heart would be laid out for her taking.
I held the necklace in my hands, heart alight.
Staring into her gentle eyes I was faced with my own reflection.
I felt a pause within myself.
How could I ever do such a thing?
Her eyes were so clear how could I ever begin to face such a pure person?
The necklace was like an anchor in my hands.
Cement was in my body.
Honesty was forgotten once again.
The necklace would never be picked up again.
The necklace was forgotten, and thrown aside.
Stephanie Jun 21
There was a sudden downpour.
My body held onto the raindrops that caressed my clothes and skin.
A fondness fills my heart.
I wanted to sway with the rain that would comfort me on long nights.
I looked to the girl who held my heart, wanting to share this happiness.
She was running from the rain.
The raindrops clung to her stubbornly as she shielded herself.
For a moment I was reminded of myself.
I was a stubborn raindrop hanging on uselessly.
To be brushed away at one point.
To dance in the rain with her was just a dream of mine.
As I watched her run away I knew I would have to let her go soon.
Stephanie Jun 14
I stare at the ceiling.
As I have been for the past four hours.
A mute existence.
I have been silent all this time.
I have allowed myself to wither for hours on end.
I feel as though I forgot myself.
I have no name, no identity.
I am simply a traveler, allowing the time to pass.
Stephanie Jun 12
I felt as though I was fleeing a crime scene when I left her life.
Hearts left to bleed, I could recall the sadness that tasted like asphalt and iron.  
I did not have time to regret anything when wrath outweighed the love in my heart.
My heart fluttered just as fast as I tore apart the emotions tying us together.  
I saw our relationship falling apart at the seams.
Intoxication was the only way we stomached being around each other.  
If I did not think too hard everything was okay and I could swear my heartbeat still danced around her.
At one-point heavy silences were all that remained to tie us together.
I told myself I just needed time.
In the same way that a dying man fights against the pull of death I denied any ideas of separation.
The words that failed us and never found their way to each other still hover around me, mocking me.
I wonder if she knew how close I was to falling in love.
The asphalt and iron remain on my lips, a reminder to never let my guard down.
Regret remains an old-time friend of mine.
Regret holds me every night as I remember her smile and how it felt to be loved.
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