Hilary Thorpe

Hilary Thorpe Jul 2013

I never expected for this to happen.
For your charming smile and sweet little lips
To grab ahold of my pounding heart
And make me wish I could remain in your grasp forever.
You did not have to do much,
Just look at me and smile
And I was sold.
Your allure was like nothing before,
You were magnetic
And it was inevitable that I could not keep away for long.
After waiting and waiting for a chance to know
Just what it would be like,
And what was there
I finally tasted the sweet peace of us.
I relished your touch
And counted every second we had
As if it were the only reason to keep awake.
You tempted me for so long,
And after the waiting
There was no way to turn back.
But of course,
The moment of finally tasting this sweetness
Had to be taken away.
And irrevocably
I will not forget it.
I cannot forget
The simple sweetness
Of that moment
We finally embraced the peace of us.

Hilary Thorpe Jul 2013

Banishing the Hauntings

I’ve got a ribcage of sprigs,
A mind full of snow.
I really have no clue,
Where I will go.
I’m not lost,
But not certain
What path I’m on.
It seems that all clarity
Has up, left & gone.
My mind is in a dizzy;
I’m spinning at top speed.
There is something I must fulfill,
Some sort of need.
The empty path is open,
All the choice is mine.
There is nothing definite
About what I will find.
Maybe I will see
All that has haunted me,
Or maybe I will walk
On for centuries.
There is something I must do,
There is something in sight.
But I’m being held back,
Although I struggle with all my might.
The hauntings pull at my feet,
A heavy, dying weight.
I try to free myself
And banish this hot hate.
For hate will not help me,
In reaching where I will go
Because all I have to lead me,
Is my mind full of snow.

Hilary Thorpe Jul 2013

Sad Sleeps

You continue making these appearances in my dreams,
And it hurts so incredibly.
I am constantly reminded of how much I adored you,
Of how lovely your smile was,
And how much fun we had.
I awake in sadness,
Because I know that those things are not mine to call anymore.
These dreams are like little knives,
That inch their way closer to my heart,
Threatening to burst it.
I could try to fool myself and say that seeing you
In these dreams
Does not affect me,
But every time I wake,
My heart seems to struggle keeping a beat,
And my mind is masked in a fog of misery.
There is no way to vanquish you from my dreams,
So there you will stay,
Taunting me with my past,
Our past,
Reminding me that I can’t let you go.

Hilary Thorpe Jul 2013

Questioning Love

What is love?
Is it when your hand meets theirs and your fingers intertwine,
Or when your steps are in sync as you walk down the street?
Does it happen when they first smile at you,
Or after you hear their tinkling laugh?
What does love feel like?
Is it that warmth swelling through your chest,
Or perhaps the giddy sensation after a sweet kiss?
How do you know it is love?
Is it written in their eyes,
Or visible in their tender words?
I used to believe so,
And then your carelessness made me doubt everything.
And now I ask,
What is love?

Hilary Thorpe Jun 2013

A Mistake to Regret

I made a mistake.
I mistook your affection for love,
Your loneliness for devotion.

I was in the palm of your hand,
A puppet on a string.
I craved your attention
And longed for your warmth.

You led me to believe
That I was the center of your universe.

In a very sad reality,
I was just a speck of dust floating through your galaxy.
You shone with the brilliance of a supernova,
Until you let me down.

You began to crumble under my feet like an old bridge.
Your devotion was obsolete,
Your affection a product of fickle desire.
I finally saw through the thin veil you hid behind.

Your eyes were empty,
Lacking passion and romance.
Your words were worthless,
Like a dim buzz in the distance.

I made the mistake of caring for you,
For getting too caught up.
I look back on this and get chills of regret.
I mistook your tenderness for a true love,
When really it was all in vain.

Hilary Thorpe Jun 2013

There is a Place

I know a place
With lots of space,
To let your heart run wild.
To feel the breeze,
And laugh with ease,
And never fear again.
I know somewhere
You can let down your hair,
And take in all there is to see.
Just take my hand,
And we will go,
To where it’s just you and me.

Hilary Thorpe Jun 2013

The Dark

Darkness is a mystery.
For some,
It is a nightmare lurking in the shadows.
For others,
It is an adventure awaiting with open arms.
Embrace the dark,
For it cannot hurt you.
The dark is a misunderstood creature
With nothing to really hide.
It may swallow you whole,
But it will caress you and guide you,
As you stumble your way through.
Its intentions are pure,
It is as simple as daylight.
The sole difference being that darkness does not show you everything,
It allows you to surprise yourself,
And find hidden treasures.
It is spontaneous,
Wanting to show you the wonders that are overlooked in the light.
Darkness is not bad,
Darkness is an old friend,
Waiting to take you along on a journey inexperienced.
Everything is new in the dark,
Unlike every day in sunlight.
Darkness is a mystery,
But each time you join it,
It can be solved.