talking to memories of you
the caterpillar has now become a butterfly
yet the ant walks the same path
emergence to cessation
Pine wafting through the
open layout of our house.
A million needles
waiting to be
swept up or
hidden under the rug.
The curious cat circles the tree
both meant to be wild,
but now domesticated
for the joy of human kind.
Why are we so selfish?
it's not that dark
if you squint your eyes
beyond the blurred lines
loneliness pierces through the heart
people you once knew are merely memories now
and you are reduced to what they write about you on the bathroom walls
they don't need you anymore
they found someone better
all you have is me
a gun to your thoughts
and lungs that won't quit (but you wish they would)
what's that? you can't breathe?
don't worry darling
it's only down from here
She slices the ribbon of an old tape cassette,
alone she sits perched on the charred remains.
She breathes in slow motion and recites the alphabet,
alone she sits and embraces the inevitable change.
A delicate flower of truth, love, and regret,
a pulsating fountain severs the deepest vein.
Flowing emotions puddle underneath the bed,
alone she sits, she is always alone.
but the sweetness of my ben and jerry's smoothie
couldn't mask the sour mix of your whiskey and prescription drugs
was your high worth the risk of us being buried below?
i'm still alive but my soul has yet to be revived
four foot eleven amongst five foot four girls
you looked up but they never looked down
kind-hearted people pleaser
yet no one stuck around
and when you received that text asking why you walked away you simply said you had class and never looked back
when the truth was you couldn't handle looking at the back of everyones heads any longer
and no one looking back
you weren't invisible, darling
just wanting to be seen
sad feelings feeling feel teen teenager thoughts healing memory
she's the reason the sun sets later in the summer and why the moon rises earlier in the winter
just to see her shine a little longer