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Holly Golightly Sep 2014
Fluorescent lights and tiled floors
Uncomfortable seats and printed paintings on walls
Fake plants in fake pots
And fake people with insides that rot
You wait for your turn
Burried in the corner
The corner of your mind
There where no one can find
A deep cavity in your heart
Too worn out and broken to start
Corkboards with wheels
Filled with false promises
No one needing their services
The receptionist staring into space
Curtains with dusty lace
The clock on the wall keeps ticking
Louder than your pulse racing
Your thoughts are reeling
Never releasing
Keep them in
Minds full of sin
Never forget
Relive your regret
Tissues in boxes
Signs to keep quiet
Fishes swimming around
You don't dare make a sound
Outside trees are rustling
People bustling
Dried leaves are falling
You look at the leaves that keep falling
And falling
Holly Golightly Sep 2014
Inhaling clouds of promised dreams
Life more perfect than it seems
Flying high into the night
We were unstoppable
We were free
Under the influence of Cannabis
We were inching towards the abyss
We lit sticks between our fingers
With no guaranteed future
Making our lungs endure
We consumed the liquid
Into the unknown we drifted
We were light as a feather
Slurring words into the ether
We didn't care
Smoke wrapping its tendrils through our hair
We were eveywhere and nowhere at the same time
No one could tell us being happy was a crime
Holly Golightly Sep 2014
I saw yellow in your smile
It felt like sunshine
So radiant it went for more than a mile

I saw green in your eyes
Full of life and sincerity
Twinkling and never empty

I saw orange in your touch
Welcoming and warm
It felt as if you could never be rough

I saw blue in your tears
Rare yet sad
Mostly caused by your fears

I saw red in your heart
Unmistakably true
your love was the hardest from which to part

Now I realize how fast it all passed
Your darker colors I failed to see
Covered by all the others

I regret what we came to be
Now your blinding colors
Don't seem so bright to me
Holly Golightly Sep 2014
Regret is what keeps me up at night
Thoughts of how I could have kept better secrets
If I gave a fight
There would be no regrets
Now I'm caged up
Like people with pets
You'll be free again
They say to me
But they don't see
How tightly they have chained me
I'm the only one that sees
The cruelty of what they've done to me
The image of what used to be
Replays itself in my mind
Something I can never leave behind
It's something I hold on to
There to remind
I know I let it happen
But never again
I will never let them
I will fight to be happy again
It will be worth it
I just know it
But for now
From where I sit
Regret... Regret is what keeps me up at night
Holly Golightly Sep 2014
As I stood there, I watched him leave.
He was walking away. The crowd he started to weave.
A crowd full of empty faces with empty purposes.
They were like fish, going in a single direction.
Nowhere but everywhere at once.
The halls were full of silent mindless whispers.
Before I knew it he was gone.
Suddenly the whispers were louder.
His back disappearing in a sea of people.
The deafening sound of his leaving too loud.
I turned around.
I walked the other way.

— The End —