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 Jan 2015 Geoff Webb
elena
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 Jan 2015 Geoff Webb
elena
trust me when i say
time has a way
of throwing it all in your face.
hopeful days slip through the grasp
of your fingers
and daylight leaves you,
taking your reasons with her
there is a desire to be completely invested
but do nothing at all.
there is a tendency to lie flat on a cold wooden floor
where things seem to be able to fix themselves,
stare blankly at the ceiling as if it will change things
there is a passion lost
she is lost.
*e.m.*
 Jan 2015 Geoff Webb
elena
honesty
 Jan 2015 Geoff Webb
elena
your kiss hit me around 1:03 a.m.
your eyes rushed to me just after 1:30.
your laughed itched my heart past 2 am
your smile still lingers through my head all afternoon.

i consistently feel incredibly close and far from you.
but i know you've forgotten.
most of it.
our years keep me awake almost every night.
 Jan 2015 Geoff Webb
elena
it's the first thing you think of in the morning.
slowly open your eyes, roll over and wrap your head in your arms feeling embarrassed, laughing at yourself, thinking of how incredibly ridiculous you are for being this way. in the quiet moments you imagine his laugh and speckled green eyes. in the busy moments you force yourself to slow down. quietly sing the songs that remind you of him to feel calm. sing them all day over and over. until the words speak the truth of your days as if they already coincidentally hadn't. in the city, wonder if he is right for you. in the country, wonder if you are enough for him. at night, wonder if you were beautiful enough tonight. in the morning, wonder if you were true enough.
sunday morning. 1.11.15

e.m.

— The End —