Growing attached.
I'm not scared as much.
I'm just protecting myself.
Because everyone has left.

Everyone is too busy.
Drafting their own attachments.
Drowning on sentiments.
Hurting over the trivial.
Crying over the superficial.

Feeling so low you just want to disappear.
Along with the gust of wind.
Leaving without a trace.
Lement over the days.

So I distance from pain.
Not a speck to gain.
Out of me or ever again.

Unattached,
I blow all the flames.
So there's no one to blame.


Alternative: http://lilahgran.blogspot.com/2015/02/poem-unattached.html

I'm home when the only sound kissing my ears is the wind.

I'm home when the only shoes on my feet are rushing grains of sand.

Let the air take me and spin me.

I want to feel the trees on the tips of my fingers and the sap stuck on my palms.

Let the soil of this earth obsorb me and make me whole.

Take me home.

You know why I drink this beer?
I drink this beer to drive away my tears
I drink this beer because you could no longer stand to be here.
I drink this beer to all of our wonderful memories.
I drink this beer to all the **** you have put me through.
I drink this beer because it was bought by some random dude I am now wishing were you.

I drink this beer because it is my old familiar friend brought here by the end
Of all that was me and you. I drink this beer because my darling we are through.

I drink this beer to get drunk hoping it will numb the pain I feel inside. I drink this beer because honestly I would rather die
than sleep one more restless night because frankly I am too weak to fight.

I drink this beer because drunkiness cures sobriety and that seems to be the way to get you from inside me.

Sobriety ******* *****. I drink this beer finally because I know now that there really is no longer an "us".

You learn something new every day
so long as you don't let your ego light the way

Do you even understand what "broken" means?
Do you even know how "broken" feels?
You have your pains and I have mine,
but these things that cause our heart aches are so different.
This isn't the "I might have been molested when I was really young but I don't remember" kind of pain. This is the "he came into my room at night and I still remember everything" kind of heart break.
And I am not putting your pains down and saying they are any less than mine, but how can you understand this feeling of heaviness on my chest when your lungs are always full of air? Maybe your lungs are stronger than mine, or maybe mine are just a little more burnt. But what I'm saying is, parts of me are broken that I never even thought could break.