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derelictmemory Jun 2023
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We were in a moving car
And I was thrown out mid journey
Unsuspectingly
Probably deservedly

We built it from nothing
We put love in it
We made a plan for the trip
But it changed

It changed so fast
I can barely catch my breath
It changed so fast
I can feel every broken part of me

The wind knocked the breath from my lungs
The impact...
The impact never ends
When one pain ends another starts

A life I planned to have
A life I wished and dreamed
A split second
It was all gone

Gone
It doesn't exist anymore
We built this car with love
So much love

So much pain
So much grief
We were on a journey
And I was thrown out

Nights and days blend
The pain doesn't end.
The pain doesn't end.
I was left

Broken. Alone.
Only indifference
Trying to walk home
In the dead of night

A risk.
So much faith.
It was so beautiful.
It was so... breathtaking.

In that moment between night and day
I almost forget.
Almost.
Then the pain settles in my bones again

But I can't make you love me.
I can't make you love me if you don't.
I hope your journey goes well
Maybe I'll meet you half way

I hope I live to see the day
I hope I can breathe again
I hope... I hope you're at peace
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derelictmemory Oct 2014
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There are days when you can see specks of dust floating about like
iridescent thoughts in the twilight
When the diminutive magnifies the ranges of colour nestled
in between rays of visible light
And when moments are more infinite than tall tales of vague forevers

There are days when life is worth living and death
ought to be buried in order to grasp the fragmented concept of beauty
When ashes pave a way for beginnings and growth is
evident as more than just the days wearing down on your shoulders

There are the days when love floats and feels like the warmth
of a hearth on cold fingertips
When you know love, and love knows you.
derelictmemory Nov 2022
day 1 - I was looking for your handprint in the leaves so I could have something to hold on to when I'm drowning in the sea.

day 7 - you kept your hand an inch away but along ē same phase as her breathing in hopes that one day you'd have her whispers in your chest.

day 13 - you huddle in the corner so the walls can hold you the way he used to. It's cold again and your fingertips are blue.

day 27 - they say that all ē walls look the same no matter how many times you blink & that stories are lies but you know better, don't you?

day 32 - his voice never leaves and every step you take is another reminder of him whispering to you that he never loved you.

day 46 - you're tripping over the roots of your fears and, darling, at this rate you'll never be able to outrun yourself or him or them.

day 54 - we sit across from each other without even noticing the oceans that crash into us and the ripped fabric between our eyes.

day 61 - I've caught the dreams of you and of almosts. Of reaching and barely touching fingertips. Of longing and denial. Of stepping stones and emotions that ricochet.

day 79 - they were your eyes & the natural order of things. Of us orbiting in a Higgs-Bosson type of way & we're still waiting for when we inevitably collide.

day 85 - I was staring at my hands wondering how long it was going to take me to get used to the lack of yours holding them

day 98 - hearing voices overlap the wallpaper and I haven't stopped inhaling smoke and choking on my own tears since you walked away

day 103 - they didn't see it but it's always been there,

day 108 - there are flames in our hands we can't extinguish alone

day 119 - I thought you would cherish my heart in your hands

day 127 - the walls are covered in ash and so are my lungs

day 132 - the whispered promises are on the surface of my skin

day 136 - I feel a breath of life every time you look me in the eyes and nothing could ever replace that feeling

day 144 - its like no matter how far I wander I end up back in your arms

day 159 - happiness, bliss and repeat

day 167 - you had both feet planted to grow roots for our future, this time it's forever

day 182 - the reflections in your eyes were always warm, but on this summer day they were quite far away

day 217 - our laughter doesn't echo anymore, it's always a silence

day 235 - even when you hold my hand, I barely feel your heartbeat, what is happening, my love? Where did you go?

day 270 - it's like the ocean wants to swallow me whole, will you pull me out? how far did you go?

day 302 - I can barely speak, we've been yelling for hours. I'm sorry, my love. What did I do?

day 327 - our picture frames fell in slow motion, there was a glass bottle in your hand. What do you need, my love? How can we mend?

day 344 - I looked into your eyes today, but you weren't there. There was no warmth in your touch today, I feel bare.

day 365 - you walked out the door today, a suitcase in hand. Was my love not enough? Was I the one who let us fade?
Series of the Days we never had
(Oct 14 2014 - Nov 2 2022)
derelictmemory Dec 2019
A drink by my side
A cigarette in my hand
A long dreary silence
A neglected heart

She sits by the water
She observes the sea
Can't take the silence
But she'll grin with a cup of tea

He leans on the railing
He gazes at the clouds
Yearning a little more
Needing a touch of femininity
derelictmemory Jan 2015
You have no idea, do you? You don't realize that every time you tell me you love me is another dig into my own grave. And every time I remember that you don't is another pinprick that never heals. I've got scars on my back from the last time you kissed me and there are bruises on my arm from when you last looked me in the eye. I miss you so much that I feel like every thought of you constricts my chest and makes it hard to breathe. All I ever wanted was to have your hand in mind and feel like for once I'd never have to be so alone every time I walk past another tree.

I remember the last time you made me smile. You were lying on my lap the day before you had to fly off and you were listening to me talk about the other people I had known from my journey then to now. I was playing with your hair and I remember thinking that there was nowhere else I'd rather be and no one else I'd rather be with.  I remember thinking that maybe I could finally set my roots and follow one path to one place, but you took that away from me.

In the same day, you put a stake through my heart when you disappeared and said nothing, no call, no whisper about leaving so I started walking back home but waited at the end of the road for an hour to see if you would follow. You didn't. Love didn't.

I was already in love with you then. And it hurt to realize you didn't really care all that much to make sure I got home safe.

We ended things. Or at least I did. You argued that even if you were in the middle of a vast ocean and I was on the mainland, our love could've traveled distances and I reminded you that there was no love here and that you were the one who told me without saying a word that you held no love for me but expected me to love you in places beyond our reaches of the galaxy.

But my hands could only stretch so far, and my heart could only take so much before the pain of being with you and without you all at once began to dance on my skin like folk songs around a bonfire.

I know my heart and I know that it believes in the worlds away and it holds so strongly it can hardly take the pain but keeps pumping anyway. But for once, the blood pumping in my veins understand that it's alright. It's alright to let go of love and it's alright to let go of you. My eyes understand it's okay to weep and that my lungs breathe better without tears choking it.

My hands will shake and be taken over by tremors but they'll know that you were never love and love would never again be you.
derelictmemory Nov 2022
I hold my breath
Because it creeps in
The loss
The grief
The sorrow

I can barely breathe
I feel the weight on me
You
The lack of
You

The days blur
Time moves slowly at first
So slow it could've moved backwards
And I'm still out of breath

I fell to my knees
I heard the words and didn't understand them
I felt the words but couldn't believe them
You were gone too fast

It's like I'm wandering
Through the aftermath of a battlefield
I can hear the screams
They could be mine
derelictmemory Aug 2013
Drunken stupors
and wondrously high nights
Staring at sunsets
getting into fights

All because he lost sight
no longer wanting to feel
the emptiness she left
trying to grasp the meaning
of a loveless distress

Endless days
Forgotten nights
He broke beer bottles
and started meaningless fights
all because
the girl he had once loved
left him for his best friend
derelictmemory Jan 2014
I don't know.
Nothing is certain and nothing can truly be solidified into a completely defined being
because the words escape me and things can be as indescribable
as your eyes and the way your hand fits with mine
But perhaps I'm dreaming
and the reality I believe I'm living is just another trick
I have let myself fall for and the only things that are truly real
are the things that are not.
Much similar to the way i wish I could scream out loud
but I force it back down my throat so it only reverberates within my used lungs.
If I implode within myself
and it is reflected on the outside of me
would that mean I have exploded or
would it mean i've finally reached a point in my life where I am what I feel
in which case I am nothing if I feel nothing
and I am everything in the sense that nothingness is what everything believes it is.
Would you kindly hold my hand and direct me to the place where we could finally find
what we've been wanting for for so long or can you only point me the  wrong way
and wish i find it in my own time by my own means.
Does forever truly exist?
Or is it another trick we let ourselves believe so that the fairytales
we see have a possibility in becoming real forever?
What if the great poets only existed in the times
we believe to have fought dragons
and the only poetic things left to say are the thoughts
great poets left unsaid and the things great poets have said
only resonated into their minds from the poetry of the earth
we've begun to destroy in our midst of finding civilisation
only through barbaric means?
And what if the only thing that could cure the restlessness in my mind
was your fingers intertwined with mine
to signify another unthought stanza of love
and your kisses would burn my skin into a salvation
I could have never dreamed of having?

(m.e.)
derelictmemory Oct 2014
I haven't been able to sleep without crying and reaching for you in my bed. I haven't been able to stop thinking about all the small moments you gave me and I haven't been able to go an hour without wishing you could be there with me. I haven't been able to not miss your voice and the way you make me laugh. I haven't been able to look at things and think about anything other than how you're connected to it somehow.

And I feel like I should apologize for having these feeling for you. Like I should apologize for wishing you had held me for a little longer and that when you hugged me for the first time it felt like the last time. I feel like I should apologize for unconsciously thinking of living the rest of my life with you and for crying when I realize it's just another dream when I wake up. I feel like I should apologize for not being able to tell you that I think I love you.

So I've been staying up and replaying every second of the last time we met. I've been staying up and remembering that if you wanted to love me, you would have by now. I've been staying up and recalling every touch, every word and every smile. I've been staying up and hoping that when I fall asleep I'll feel you again only to wake up disappointed that you're never really there. I've been staying up and trying to forget that I want to live the rest of my life by your side. I've been staying up and regretting every word I never said and the kiss I never gave.

It seems like all I can ever do is wish for things to be different and it seems like all I can think about is how much being around you feels like coming home. It seems like looking at you is the only thing I want to do in my life. It seems like you'll never look at me the way I want you to and it seems like I have no other choice but to say goodbye to you. It seems like goodbye is the only thing that's left for me to do.

I can't see you and not wish things were different. I can't talk to you and not think about how much I want to tell you to love me. I can't be around you and not yearn to have your arms around me. I can't walk with you and not reach out for your hand when our fingers brush. I can't love you and not cry myself to sleep knowing that I can never have you. And I can't wait for you and not be tempted to force an ultimatum on you.

So I'm going to leave. I'm going to leave and I'm not going to come back. I'm going to leave and I'm not going to come back until I'm sure I've moved on from you. I'm going to leave and I'm going to be happy for you. I'm going to leave and I'm going to be happy for you as long as you're happy. I'm going to leave and I'm going to come back. I'm going to leave and I'm going to come back and I won't love you anymore.
derelictmemory Jul 2013
A
is the ache
You leave behind
when you leave

B
is the broken
Person I was
before I had you

C
is the carvings
on my wrist
that you kiss

D
is the sense of defeat
I often felt
when I was alone

E
is the elatedness
that fills me
when we speak to each other

F
is the friends
that I made
because you believed I had to give them
a chance

G
is the good
I can finally see
that's always been around me

H
is the hope
that you give me
that I'll see another day

I
is the imagination
that graces my mind
when I think of you

J
is the joy
that you give me
even when you're gone

K
is the kindness
you showed me
that fixed me

L
is the love
that I feel
because I have you

M
is the time I mourned
when you were gone
for good

N
is the newness
of the empty feeling I get
now that you left

O
is being ostracized
because I'm too depressing
to be around

P
is the pain
I feel when I see
Happy couples everywhere

Q
is the quiet
indifference I feel
towards every **** thing

R
is the refrain
it takes me
not to plunge that knife
into my throbbing heart

S
is the suffering
I feel to get through
every ******* day

T
is the torture
I put myself through
looking at our old photographs

U
is the underwhelming
need to live
dissipitating day by day

V
is the vows
you promised to make
but you didn't make it.

W
is the words
you used to say
to make the pain go away

X
is the mark
on the calender
of the anniversay we didn't have

Y
is the question
I ask everyday
since you died

Z**
is the end
of this poem
of our love
forever

All these alphabets
mean something to me
no amount of morphine
Takes the pain away from me

You made me happy
and now that you're gone
I'm back to the ghost
I once was
derelictmemory Dec 2014
You've got dirt underneath your fingernails
and I'm not sure if it's from digging your own grave
or mine

Your eyes are a blank slate
and I can hardly see the person I knew from before
a tragedy

My hands are tied
with the bits of barbed wire that you used to
keep me out

The palpitations in my chest quicken
my eyes in a frenzy, my body thrashing there has to be
a way

Your heart is lost
but you, you are not. You are here and you are
living still

There is a stillness
in the way you speak and the way you look at me like
I'm a stranger
derelictmemory Nov 2013
And we're just us
That was a moment of peace
We were infinite
And no one could ruin it

In that moment
When you didn't care for my age
Or the awkward way I dress
When you looked at me
Like I was the most amazing thing you've ever seen

In that moment
When I was your whole world
And you were my universe
But it had to end

Like all things eventually do
But I'll always remember
Those 90 seconds
When I truly had you
derelictmemory Dec 2021
I love you
But I'm not in love with you anymore
And maybe it's better this way

I'll look upon our memories fondly
I'll think only the best of things
Of the time you sat by me in silence
Of how you were my best friend

I won't feel the pain so deeply
I won't think of being let down
I won't shed anymore tears
The pain won't spread across my chest

Distance will be good for us
  You'll barely notice I'm gone

Space will be best for us
  And our hearts won't grow fond

It's time, I'll remind myself
It's finally time

Time to let you go.
Time to wish you the best.
I'll whisper it in the evening,
You'd never have to know.
I know he won't ever read this. But that's okay.
derelictmemory Dec 2013
I dream of having you as mine
I dream of claiming your lips under light
I dream of having each touch of yours
I dream of searing the memory of you in my mind
I dream of having spent a day with only you
I dream of creating a life with you

But these dreams are mine
       And these dreams are fictional
       They will not come true

You will not be mine
        I will not have you
        And life as I know it
                Will always have the upperhand

I will be deprived of your touch
                                 Starved of your taste
                          Blinded by the sight of nothingness
             And I will shed tears like no other

                                     As they rip you from my soul
                               Just so they can feel the anguish
                                          The pain
   The darkness
                                                                           The loneliness
                     And the suffering

That only comes from living in a world

Devoid of you

              Devoid of your smile
                    Devoid of your laugh
                           Devoid of your warmth
                                  Devoid of your heartbeat

And as you die
                             I will die
As will I live
                         And only spend my days
                         All my remaining hours


                                   Loving you


                                                                       And only you


For the ****** only have that
       The ****** have nothing else
                                         But the love they once had
                    And the memories that they keep

But eventually
                           That will be forgotten
                                                 The emotions will run dry

And I would have spent an eternity
      

                            In absolute nothingness
derelictmemory Dec 2013
We hid our secrets in between words
We say what we mean and yet
We do not mean the things we say
As we trot about language like s passing fancy

We use anagrams to encode our mysteries
And the only clue we provide blends
In plain sight as we search for the details
And we lose the big picture

And that being said, we cloak ourselves
In the name of anonymity we disguise ourselves
Behind pen names and question marks,
"Who are they? What are their secrets?"

Often mistaking privacy and misdirection
As a magic and an illusion
When it is plain to see that we prefer not to be
As they have deemed

In the name of anonymity
We hide our faces behind reflective illustrations
Behind cleverly placed nouns, verbs and fanciful phrases
As our words are shared and our names are spared
I'm not quite sure about the origins of this poem but I suppose it has to do with my hidden name and origin.
derelictmemory Jul 2013
Something you can't see
that falls to deaf ears
You'll never hear her screams
or see her clear tears

Every night she wishes
for the same bohemian things
Beauty, Love and Truth
in a melancholic rhapsody

Secrets and scars
usual occurences in her life
the moonlight and stars
Keeping her alive

She believed in silly fantasies
She reached for unattainable dreams
Her soul longs for so much more
but her heart can't settle the score

Drowning in emotional debt
due to her misplaced bets
too many things to do
the only person she wished for is you

To be able to hear her song
that had been playing all along
yet no one could hear or see
her heartbreaking scarred melody
derelictmemory Aug 2013
White veils
Flowing dresses
First loves
Sweet caresses

Lilting music
Lifting thoughts
When their eyes meet
everything else is lost

Scattered petals
Sparkling eyes
Secret smiles
Whispered lines

"To you I vow
to always love
to always stay

To you I vow
to never leave
there will never be
another for me

To you I vow
to give my whole heart

I've been dreaming a dream
every lonely night before this
To wake up every morning
to you smiling at me

And now that dream has come true
you give me more than everything
and everything is you

I love you"

Cheers for a birth
of an official love
a lifelong commitment
a world void of wishes

Everything she had ever dreamed
was already in this moment
The most perfect moment
Nothing could destroy it

Lovely thoughts
Monsters lost
You showed her a light
that now resides
in her dark brown eyes

Flower bouquets
Arrays of bridesmaids
Shining eyes
Real smiles

A wedding day
derelictmemory Nov 2022
It was all in that span of 90 seconds

The first was a smile -
It wasn't special or expected
  It was just a second
Fleeting but true
Yet it was a lie

The second was a crinkle by your eye -
A small movement
  Usually overlooked
But it meant the world
To more than just you

The third was a touch -
Just a brush
  Enough to enrapture
Almost crackling
Like there was more to it
Jan 13
derelictmemory Oct 2014
It was just like this.
Being without you was just like this.
Uttering that I hate you under my breath
and letting it carry through the wind
while my mind screams that I love you
Because on a late September night,
you held me like I belonged somewhere
besides the cracked sidewalk under
the tears of the moonlight.
And in an intelligible dream, you held me
like there was no other place and time
and state of existence you wanted to be.
Being without you was being reminded
of the times I was with you
when you didn't want to let go.
Being without you was knowing how it felt
to be a portion of a soul that was not mine
and walking about the next morning
with an arrow stuck in between the arteries
of my bruised heart.
Being without you was feeling you tell me
you loved me while you hand rested on
my thigh and living every night wishing
we had stayed a little longer.
Being without you was not being able
to tell the difference between reality
and a daydream because it was all real.
It was all real.
Being without you was being torn apart trying
to explain to my heart that your hands
never held it and that you never really wanted
to stay for longer than needed.
Being without you was hearing your voice
telling me you wanted a few minutes more
before you had to leave
and waking up to a cold bed
far too big for one.
Being without you was like being haunted
by phantom limbs trying to inflict their torture
of making my hands feel yours intertwined
with my fingers and feeling what it felt like
when you lowered your walls and let me have you -
or at least, a part of you.
Being without you was having a constant nagging
in my head telling me I should've kissed you.
I should've kissed you when you were close enough,
when you reached out for me and knowing that it's too late.
And it was just like this.
Being without you was just like this.
I think I love him. If even a little.
derelictmemory Nov 2013
Sometimes you just want to watch yourself bleed
And then you realise that you are already bleeding
But the thing that's flowing isn't blood
It's pain
Not flowing from your veins
But from every single pore of your being
And there's no way to stop that bleeding
Because it bleeds from more than just the outside
But the inside too
More specifically, your heart and your mind
And sometimes even within the intangible confines of your soul
So you pick up that razor
And you try to make the bleeding real
Because that way you can stop it
That way it's tangible
That way you can see it
derelictmemory Mar 2018
I had never truly embraced love as i had with you by my side. It happened in a blink of an eye, like watching the sun set where you thought you had more time but nightfall came quicker than you realised.
I spent a long time hoping and dreaming and believing in our kind of love. Filled with a joyousness that left no crevice of my chest aching for fullness. There was a difference between the idea and the solidity of corporeality. It became a fission of emotional vulnerability and unadulterated passion within a second.
The love we shared engulfed my being like a tidal wave and left me breathless. It was as gratifying as it was painful in every sense. A connection of homogeneity of our wavelengths that left an ouroboros scarred into my heart every time you held my hand.
A natural phenomenon much like a typhoon sweeping in and destroying what we thought was permanent and leaving behind a quiet peaceful sleep before the aftermath hits. The bruises were in my soul and not on my skin. And an uncharacteristic gratefulness for having felt a love so deep, however temporary it may be.
This love. Our love. Blindsided me.
But there's no other way I'd rather it be.
derelictmemory Feb 2019
There were times where it felt like the ice crust over the bluebells on my favourite field

There were times where the air felt thin and my hands would shake from the sheer force of the wind

There were times when my heart drowned in such intimate sorrow I could barely make out the horizon

There were times where the short glimpses of light would reflect off the dew and I could taste the sweetness

There were times when the blizzard would catch my hair and everything seemed out of control

I'd take one step... Then another one...

One day, the sky was calm and the scratches riddling my arm would be at the peak of healing

One day, I heard laughter and shared laughter with people who shared and loved and gave and wanted simplicity

One day, the appreciation for joy, beauty and creativity breached the walls of my heart

One day, I found you again.

One day, I felt like I could breathe again.

I had seen you. I laughed by your side. I felt your warmth. I was next to you. I was with you. I experienced having your hand in mine again. I lived again.

Through all the necessary pain. Through all the lost time.
Through all those empty nights when it felt like you were missing from me.

None of it mattered anymore because I came home.
And after all that, i still managed to lose you again. You are still and always will be missing from me. All I want is for you to be happy. Even if that means I can't be the source of your happiness.
derelictmemory Oct 2022
There's fire in my veins;
A searing touch
A heated look
A molten desire

He asked me what I wanted
And with a heady breath I said
"I want to be consumed,
I want to be desired
I want what is carnal
And I want what is irresistible

I want the untameable;
The raw, unfettered truth
I want the unattainable;
The simple, uncontrollable need"

Warm breath on cold skin
Long nights of sin
He asked me again
What it was I wanted
And I told him
I want want
and desire unencumbered

I want to be consumed
Every breath, every touch, every thought
The same way flames lick at their surroundings
The way water fills every empty space
The way air swathes into endless vacuums

When earth is pressured and heated
It creates diamonds
I want to be consumed
derelictmemory May 2014
I've been staring at the cracks in the pavement lately wondering if the spaces between here and there are as defined as jagged edges and overlooked trenches.
I was told once that we are woven entities and interconnected bodies of energy that have one way or another proven our worth through our discoloured eyes.
Perhaps we are just as vast as blackholes with no current destination but somehow we manage to take in what is placed in front of us without an understanding of what has become of it.
There are days when the only comparisons made are of the ocean and the sky as we forget that the soil beneath our toes has felt the most pain, the most love and seen the most bloodshed.
I was studying the cracks in the pavement the other day when I came across a thought that maybe my sight of the things I need is just as corrupt as the ground I walk on.
derelictmemory Jul 2013
Oh, sweetheart
Don't you cry
Darlin', we love you
Don't wave goodbye

There's so much more to life
There's so much left to try
Don't give up, Darlin'
Don't you say goodbye

I can see the tears
I can hear the cries
Darlin', I'm here
You're not alone, sweetiepie

I know I went away
but you'll see me again
I may be invisible
but you are still reparable

Darlin', don't fret
I'll be fine
and you can bet
I'm never sayin' goodbye

I know it's hard
but you'll get through it, sweetheart
I'll be here in soul
Until the days you grow old

Darlin', stay alive
Don't shed a tear
Don't wonder why
Don't ever say goodbye

I'll be here watchin'
Even when the sun is settin'
Darlin', I love you so
Sweetheart, don't let go

I may be gone
but not for long
I'll be in your heart
Even through death we will not part

Darlin', don't be sad
Yes, it feels bad
Darlin', see the sun
You'll be happier, you'd have won

Darlin', I love you so
but if you let go,
Darlin', I will leave
take care of yourself please
derelictmemory Dec 2013
Dear Prince Charming;
          Today is the first time I've heard of you!
          I'm so excited for the day you'll find me
          Then we'll live happy-tedly ever after!

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today is my nine-eth birthday
          I hope I get you next year!
          Then I'll have someone real to play with

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today is a scary day
          Daddy isn't smiling at Mommy
          You have to promise
          to always smile at me okay?

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today it's been 4 years since I first heard of you
          Mom and Dad aren't speaking anymore
          I need a friend

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today Dad left the house
          I can hear Mom crying in her room
          Don't ever leave me okay?

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today I found out that my friends hate me
          You won't hate me right?
          They said I'm fat and an orphan

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today the kids at school tripped me
          I suppose accidents happen
          When will you be here?

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today I wore a long sleeved shirt to school
          No, don't worry, it isn't cold here
          The kids at school hate me

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today is my 16th birthday
          Will you be here soon?
          I think I need a friend

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today Mom and Dad are finalizing their divorce
          You won't give up on me,
          Will you?

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today I'm staying with Dad
          He has a special friend over
          Don't forget to come find me

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today I've been told that you won't find me
          That's not true right?
          It's very lonely

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today I slept through school
          I just couldn't find a reason to get up
          Reach here soon

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today is already tomorrow because it's midnight
          If you're close by please let me know
          I need you

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today I know you're not real
          But I wish you were
          Who else would love me in this cruel world?

Dear Prince Charming;
          It's 2am and everything is looking darker than before
          I can't stop crying
          Please be real

Dear Prince Charming;
          I don't know who you are
          I don't know if you exist
          But I love you

Dear Prince Charming;
          I couldn't wait for you anymore
          So I hooked up with the guy next door
          I don't like him

Dear Prince Charming;
          I'm still wearing long sleeved shirts
          The mirrors are broken
          I need you

Dear Prince Charming;
          Today is my 18th birthday
          I'm sorry
          You need to find a new princess to love
derelictmemory Sep 2013
I've just been told
I'm a huge disappointment
Forgive me for doing this
but it just hurts

A girl once laughed at me
for crying when a teacher
gave up on teaching me
she said it was a stupid little thing

A boy once forgot me
after talking to me only a day before
He had said I was beautiful
but it seems that was a lie too

I've been told today
I was a disappointment
I don't know how to feel
I don't know what to do

So forgive me if what I do
is drastic and irresponsible
But I'm a disappointment, it's true
and I am replaceable
derelictmemory Apr 2015
I feel *****. I can feel it still.
I can hear the echoes and taste the blood.
I hear myself say it
No
No
No
You told me not to lie,
You wanted me to lay
Not my heart just my body
I said it
You told me not to lie
A day and six hours
It's been a day and six hours
And I can still feel your hands and your lips
I tried to pull away
But I got caged
By myself
By you
I let it
I let it happen
I said no
Didn't you hear me
I can hear your voice
The phantom limbs
Please
No
No
No
Don't touch me
Please
"Don't lie, you like it."
I don't want it
Please
I'm sorry
No
No
No
I can't
It's a nightmare
And I flinch
I can't
Hold myself together
It didn't go as far as you would've liked
What if the movie didn't end
What if
What if it never ends
Please don't
Please
No
No
No
I said no
I swear I did
But I let it
I let it happen anyway
I'm sorry
He was stronger
I got scared
I let it happen
I LET IT HAPPEN
I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN
I SHOULD HAVE
I couldn't.
Please don't touch me

I want to sink
let me sink
A day and seven hours
Please
I don't want to feel it
I don't want to remember
Please
Please
Please

I can still hear his voice
Feel his touch
Smell him
I see it
Clear as day in my mind
The movie isn't ending
Please
It needs to end
I've had the first two lines of this in my drafts since January 9th and only now can I actually finish it.
derelictmemory Sep 2014
Don't make love sound like wispy trees.
It's a bad commercial on a static age-old tv
on replay in the darkest corner of the apartment covered in cobwebs.
The stale air around it from keeping your windows shut
tight and the door locked with words stuffed in between its hinges.
Maybe love can warm ice cold hearts that have
frozen over from the heat of hypothermia.
Perhaps it has the ability to perpetuate that
painful kind of longing for a bed so small it doesn't
make you feel alone when you end your day staring blankly into the ceiling.
Many kinds of ghosts will haunt you in their wake
when you think that you could be safe.
But death and decay exist as ice cream flavours
in that abandoned parlor down on 79th street like
the broken frames you see in the alleyway still
holding flash-frozen memories of the distant past
and things that will never be again.
Walk down streets covered in dried leaves and
the stench of potpourri in the air reminding you
of a time with flare skirts and victorian columns.
You might feel the gazes on your neck in ounces
of gleeful displeasure and tantalizing advancements
but love is not always a lustful venture.
You've gotten used to the layer of dust enveloping your skin
and the celestial cocoon keeping you on the barren side
of the decaying hedge.
The whispers and groans from swings will tell you stories
of great loves and greater passions and you will quiver
underneath the weight of finding a love that fits you
the same way lakes drown in the midst of forests
Take a walk past the buildings erected from ideas of efficiency
and settle in a nest that breeds the quirkiest of all sounds
underneath a clear midnight sky
Let weeping willows hold you close and tangle your fingers
in languid bodies of water, unashamed and unafraid
Dust your bookcases and let the deep sighs of your floorboards speak.
Let the phone lines crackle and the panels heave.

(m.e.)
derelictmemory Aug 2013
Drive
Away from the badness
Away from my sadness

Drive
Alone or with someone
Together or with no one

Drive
to the loudest music
to places of magic

Drive
safe and sound
going around and around

Drive
towards an invisible light
not real headlights

Drive
from all of tis
but not the edge of a cliff

Drive
because no one wants me around
tomorrow I won't be found

Drive
because I feel no love
and I don't matter as of

Drive
to a place that I could be
without having you with me

Drive
away from my pain
trying to dance through the rain

Just drive
I'll find my way eventually
then I'll be happy for eternity
derelictmemory Jun 2014
I can't decide if earthquakes are caused by shifting rocks
Or if they are the result of the growing faultlines on my palms.
If the quake I feel is from jolts of energy formed due to the earth's crusts rubbing against each other
Or if the quakes are caused by the friction between my palms and my face
Perhaps earthquakes have nothing to do with the fact you left dragging your suitcase behind you
And perhaps it has no correlation with the rubber soles of my shoes and the cobblestone ground
Maybe earthquakes are screams of, "THIS IS TOO MUCH."
Maybe earthquakes are millions tremors whispering, "I can't take much more of this."
I've been struggling with differentiating equations involving inner shaking and outer breakdowns
But I have come to a conclusion that the probability of earthquakes existing within me is fairly close to one
And that the probability of earthquakes being caused by your hurt is possibly closer to one
Most days earthquakes begin from within -
The place where your hands used to cradle my heart is cold
And the ice is travelling from my arteries to my fingernails
Other days, earthquakes stem from the screams of the masses -
"You don't matter," they say, even though I am very much aware
That a flick of my finger could cause the collapse of a tower worlds away
I can hardly comprehend how sudden releases of pain can cause a rift in time and space
And sometimes earthquakes are the seizures that could keep someone alive and **** them at the same time.
21 June 2014
derelictmemory Aug 2013
It was easier said and done
the fixing of a soul
that is constantly moving
deeper into the unknown

Thoughts so deeply rooted
Words so ingrained
in the mind of a girl
barely even sane

It was easier said than done
the attention and time she would need
to mend the gears in her heart
just so she could be free

No one really sees
the damage the do
until her eyes roll back
and her lips turn blue

It is what they say
People only ever listen
the moment you're dead

Who would ever
to look over the words
of a dead girl?

The fear of being a bigot
overpowers
everything else

It's easier said than done
to love yourself, to accept yourself
after years of being told
you should do everything but
derelictmemory Nov 2022
I haven't breathed easy in awhile
I keep my words hidden
My voice soft
I keep my thoughts silent
My smiles strong

Conversations were on the surface
Touch was only superficial
Never go in too deep, I told myself
Never let yourself drown

I haven't felt relaxed in awhile
They call it hypervigilance
I told him I was just observant
Guessing and second guessing
You and me and them

Closeness was artificial
Connection kept at a distance
Never get too close, I said
Broken and unbroken never again

I haven't breathed easy in awhile
The breaths I take are deep and heavy
Each step laden with weights
but light and soft and quiet
This is how I survive, this is how I survive

No, no it was never easy
The ease you see is curated
The ease you observe is practiced
Keep it light, I remind myself
Keep it muted

Oh, but I want to live
I want to breathe
I want to relax
And I wish it were that easy
I truly wish it was easy
Someone reminded me that I matter. And I wish I could help him understand why it was so hard. But I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
derelictmemory May 2016
It's how I spend most of my nights now,
a light glow, heady and heavy smoke
a glass always half full

Contrast in the way I love
loud music, dense crowds
never an empty glass in hand

Clarity is the worst
pounding head and dry eyes
dehydrated

Company doesn't love misery
and misery is not unchecked at the door
it is restless and moving

Always moving
    always moving
         always moving

She left her heart behind
He let his heart go
It's half full
It's half full of misery
of the lack of you

Illusive, enigmatic you

It's how I spend most of my nights now,
a light glow, heady and heavy smoke
a glass always half full

*Tell me again
derelictmemory Aug 2013
Lengthy explanations
for simple altercations
Wordy answers
for the easiest classes

Yet none mean anything
None hold much meaning
Just memorisation
and categorisation

Life goes down the drain
as we watch the rain
Essays about love
fly away like doves
derelictmemory Aug 2013
Euphemisms are a wonderful thing
you can't deny the joy
such pretty lies bring

"Can I just let go?"
Is me saying
I'd very much like to die

But to you
it may mean
I need to cry
derelictmemory Aug 2013
Like the stars up in the velvet sky
Like the moon shining before the sun sets for the night
Always wishing always searching
For a glimpse of peace

Like the lighted dots on a board
Like the spotlight in the dark
Always wanting always working
For a chance at recognition

Like the yellow five-pointed shape
Like that sideways smile
Always dreaming always hoping
For you to pay attention once in awhile

Like the number 5 after 9
Like the grin on her face
Always looking always trying
For you not to look at her like she was a disappointment

Like the stars in the velvet sky
Like the moon that lights up the night
Always crying always praying
For her life to end

Every night
Every night she cries
Going unnoticed, an invisible child
lackluster love
ribbons and scars
derelictmemory Sep 2013
A part of my soul
died tonight
I could feel it in my chest
everything was tight

I woke up from sleep
and it felt like I had lost
something so precious
that fought to stay alive at all costs

It's like I've felt you in me
in the depths of my heart
Like you've left me breathing
while you've escaped this cot

I woke up this morning
Feeling like my soulmate just died
It's a terrible feeling
I hope it was a lie
derelictmemory Mar 2018
It's currently 3:37am and all i hear is the sound of waves crashing against the shore.
Push and pull.

Breathing in and breathing out.


I said I love you. You whisper it back.
I ask myself if I can still feel you. If you're still here with me when you're asleep. If my eyes are drawn to the colours that surround you because they are beautiful or because I'm simply curious.

There's never just one dimension. Never just one angle. Light scatters and reflects and focuses. For every highlight, i also saw a lingering shadow.

I never realised how unforgiving fluidity has been until now.
derelictmemory Jan 2014
To this day
I have lived 18 years and approximately
8 months
To this day
I have seen you live a separate life for as long
As 10 years and 8 months

To this day
I still remember that first time
I put on a shoe with wheels
I still remember being too short
To reach the freezer

I still remember crying
Because I was shouted at
I still remember crying
Because you hit me
I still remember crying
Because my neck hit the corner of the mini fridge

To this day
I don't recall an apology
I don't recall any form of redemption
I only remember you leaving
You packed up and left
You left

So forgive me
Had I been misled
But you left

Forgive me
For I had tried to forgive you
But I find you neither want it
Nor do you deserve it

Forgive me
For not being able to forget
For not wanting to know you
For feeling nothing
but a fleeting
sense
of
abandonment
Every time I see you

Forgive me
For being unable to put the past
Into a dark corner behind me
And for holding this against you

I had hoped that perhaps
I would finally forgive you
But it seems like
All you do
Is prove
That
You do not care
For trivial things
Like hurting your child
Emotionally, Mentally
Physically

Forever
And almost
Always
Dated: 22/12/2013
derelictmemory Mar 2018
That's exactly what it was. With walls draped in tapestries of golden thread and platters of beautiful meals that were tasteless. Like a prized bird, for the eyes to see and the ears to hear but never for its embrace of life. Never for that singular sparkle or that breath of purity.

A ghost of a crown jewels and mystical *****. Like a shadow of what once was majestic and desired, shrouded by the chains that hold.
derelictmemory Dec 2013
It was that glass bowl
You could look out at the world
But never really see it

It was that glass trap
You could be so aware
But so unaware at the same time

It was that glass window
You were trapped behind
Always only watching

It was that glass ceiling
That kept you where you are
And experience so little

It was that glass wall
That made sure you were separated
But how you yearned to be a part of it all

But the desires you had
Only managed to form cracks
Until a pair of outside eyes
Caught you in sight
Until a pair of hands
Tried to push against the glass
That caged you from the world

Your eyes were filled with wonder
And the stranger countered that feeling
Your hands were curious
How would it feel to touch another?

Stranger things have happened
Or so you've seen
And you hold on to the hope
That one day you'll be free
derelictmemory Aug 2013
Everything is gone
I'm a liar
I feel no sadness and no pain
Everything went away

Maybe I just wanted attention
that's probably it
I'm an ugly person

I probably just wanted people to know
it seems I'm telling everyone
just where my sadness has gone

It's all gone
all the sadness
all the pain
Maybe it will come back
another day
another time
another rhyme
derelictmemory Jul 2013
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
The petals begin to die

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
The heavens start to cry

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Let out a collective sigh

The drudgery of life
The need to avoid strife
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

It's all in your mind
A fabrication
Imagination
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

In and out
Up and down
They go as they come
They bring gladness as they leave sadness
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

Deathly still
As still as death
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I've been told to move on

As young and beautiful
As a newborn fawn
As broken and doubtful
As a mind so torn

Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
You have left us tonight
You're nowhere in sight
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

The moss spreads
The dust collects
Decrepit but not dead
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

I've been told I'm wasting my life
I've been told to let go
I know it's all true
It's something I must do
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

You left
and now, I'd like to leave too
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

No.

A simple word
A simple meaning
All over my mind
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

I won't let you go
I refuse to do so
You embody life
A life I wish was mine

Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

You said goodbye,
not on purpose, of course
But they said goodbye
on purpose.

Who do I believe?
The living or the dead?
Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.
It's the only word in my mind.
derelictmemory Dec 2023
I'm trying to swim
In the endless ocean
I'm trying to breathe
As the waves engulf me

Everytime I think I can catch my breath
When I reach out to break the surface
I'm pulled down deeper and deeper

Its like I've got shackles at my feet
Pulling, tugging, calling
I'm fighting I promise I'm trying

Every gulp of air
Met by the pressure of the sea
Every grasp for light
Only a little more out of reach

So many words yet to be said
Let me shout them, let me speak
Hear me, see me...

I think I'm in way too deep
Kicking, thrashing, flailing
Please I'm trying

I told you once, I had a dream
The breeze was light
And I was at peace
derelictmemory Oct 2014
So you stared at the hourglass and counted
For all that it was worth, for every grain that fell
What exactly are you trying to achieve?

Drunken nights and empty parlours
Bottomless glasses and dusted shelves
you look in the mirror and see what bloodshot eyes can see
blurred lines and skewed vision from your lack of depth and ability to perceive

You watch the clock make it’s way around once then again
More like you’re on a boat in the middle of the sea
lost at will and on course to the places you’ve never been
And the places you least wanted to be

Live inside the walls of your mind
They’ve carved you out so well you could be a pumpkin on All Hallows Eve
Everything that used to be a part of you was simply tossed out the window to feed the starving crows

I see that your heart is bleeding again but no amount of gauze will swallow the pain
You can stare at the mirror for hours trying to love the parts of you that you hate

But they’ll never see the rotten parts of you that you see so clearly

The walls are closing in again


Don’t lose hope


                               Don’t lose hope



                                                         ­      Don’t lose hope

(m.e.)
derelictmemory Aug 2014
Your eyes are red,
I can tell it's gotten to you again
The weight of the world
The weight of her pain
The weight of your family

Spreading your arms
trying to take in as much as you can
The crippling words
The thundering cries
The heave of expectations

Your hands are shaking
it's hard to hold on to reality
Slipping in and out
Tripping over, falling under
Dragging around

Just hold on
I know it doesn't seem it'll be alright
But just
Hold on
derelictmemory Jan 2014
Pictured frames and broken glass
Everything just happened so fast
Coloured pens and shattered lights
How do you manage to sleep at night?

Empty bottles of tablets and pills
What happened to strong will?
Open doors and replayed songs
It all just lasted so long

Cracked at the edges, torn at the seams
What would it take for you to hear the silent screams?
Plastic smiles and broken homes
I don't want to be alone
derelictmemory Jul 2015
I'm an architect, it's true.
I make homes out of people,
more often than I should.

All it takes is a breath of fresh air
and a hundred nights
and twice as many days.

It starts with hello, or hi,
whichever is preferred.
Laying the foundation, slowly.

Then the layers,
peeling off old memories
of faces from a past I can barely remember.

I'll ponder on the materials,
and I'll begin.


Sometimes it doesn't work out
because the brickwork was all wrong.
Sometimes it falls a part
because the cement isn't strong.
Sometimes it holds, at least for awhile,
before crumbling into dust.

When I saw you, I drew up plans in my head,
blueprints,
everything was fixed in my head.
Then I tried building you.

It was the hardest **** thing
I've ever done,
it kept crumbling half way up.

A loose brick here,
unsteadiness there...
It was doomed from the start.

But I kept trying anyway.

Because when I was tired,
you told me stories.
And when  I got hurt,
you cared for my wounds.
When I start to doubt,
you tell me it will be okay.

Come rain, come shine,
you stayed
and I built a home out of you.
I had a home because of you.

But the weather had its game face on,
and you tried to stay strong.

It started with small leaks,
just stray drops from the storm
then gaping holes in the roof...
The walls grew mould.

But I stayed.
And here I stay.

I make homes out of people,
more often than I should.
And for now, you'll be the last
one I try to fix even after
you've broken and left me for dead.

Maybe in a few months I'll try again.
I'll use someone else as inspiration.
And I'll make a home out of them,
just like I tried to with you.
derelictmemory May 2014
You ran a question by me the other day
"I need to know," you said.
"How has she been?"
So I told you that

She's been chasing dreams;
Falling into streams
Of consciousness she never believed
She was capable of visualizing

She's been rushing her days;
"If I schedule this for then
It'd make time for that one thing
I planned way back when."

She's been skipping past ordeals;
Distraction and detachment
Were the few things that kept her
On her two feet to keep moving

She's been breathing too hard;
Taking in as much as she can
So she'll never be left to wonder
If it was just history repeating again

She's been smiling a little wider;
Though her eyes tell a different tale
That she isn't at all keen on sharing
She's just passing through

Just passing through
This is ****** but idk
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