Wisps
Of words
Drift down slowly as
She sits,
Invisible and forgotten.
Huddled,
As the world caves down on her.

Even though no one notices her,
They all point,
Stare,
And scorn.

An outcast,
Not knowing the reason why
They talk about how
"Dangerous"
She is.

Rumors and gossip spread like wildfire,
Burning her the worst,
Third degree burns to the soul.

They never realized how
Close to the edge
They pushed,
Until she jumped,
And put out the fire forever.

This avalanche of emotion
Fills my empty space
Feeling alone is no more
As I drift upon this
Cascading element in
My life
It flows into an endless
Pool of light
I see a brightness
It feels my life
With a feeling
Unknown to all others
This feeling makes
The holes go away
The holes that one
Hollowed out
My broken soul
The endless silence
Has ceased to exist
My many mourning nights
Are revived by the smile
That sweetens my day

I look through a pane
Of glass
All I see is failure
Will glory
Ever show
Only the minutes
That pass will tell
Each minute gets slower
As shadows set in
As darkness captivates my soul
I only deepen
The hole I'm in
It's like a grave of sorrow
I see the skeletons of my past
Rise and haunt
My only existence
This isn't the life
I want to live
Especially at this dreary pace

one voice
no noise
why not
no choice

stand tall
still fall
pushed down
feels small

all hate
cant relate
where's love
only debate

needs care
you stare
help me
no fair

i cry
grey sky
you leave
good-bye

I run my hand along the traces of him.
I feel the blood rush through my skin.

I grip my shoulder where your head once rested.
I tear at my soul just to feel connected.

I feel the rage I should have felt eleven months ago,
I feel the desire I ought to forgo.

You were the best of all the others,
Their traces remain, but they weren't even lovers.

And neither were we, almost but not quite,
But you were the closest I have been to the shame free light.

I want to be clean of the stain he left,
I want to be clean of the desire I regret.

But as I look at this mark that you left on me,
I am not so sure I want to be free.

I've run out of stories to tell
about how you took
the best of me.

It was petty, really
what we had
but it was more than worth it
and you were more than worth it
and now you're totally gone
I came to that realization
when I noticed the flirty stares
and the nonexistent hellos you used to give
were as gone as you
and I don't know what to do