every moment captured line by line
line by line comes as easy to me as breathing in and out
each and every line, an opportunity to connect
this gnawing, exhausted and angry soul grips my chest
I am barely living with all the passing thoughts
passing thoughts that keep me up at night
putting those thoughts down line by line
helps me find the quiet and peace I need to heal
I am reaching out to you to be vulnerable again
line by line my soul heals
I am so difficult on myself and the poems I write. Cliché, but true, we're our own worst enemies. I get so consumed with the technical parts, criticize myself for not capturing enough imagery... then I just don't write. When I am not writing, I am not working through my thoughts or emotions. I shouldn't consume myself with what other people think and just write.
We live in societies that create barriers to entry and we wonder why we're all so lonely.
My heart aches for all the tears I wasted for his love.
Through the pain I find solace
Solace that burns my soul
Calms my racing thoughts
Through the pain I find the truth
Truth that reveals who you are
No mask to hide your smile
Through the pain I find bliss
Bliss that excites my senses
A roaring blaze against my skin
Through the pain I find connection
Connection between our hearts
A rhythm that beats as one
I have this.
I can do this.
Take it one hit at a time.
Lost in the bliss.
A quiet numbness.
A familiar smile on his face.
With each strike I am free.
I am trembling beneath him.
I've forgotten what it felt like being with you.
Who I was when I was with you.
The women I flirted with loving through your eyes.