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Lyra Brown Nov 2012
i don't want to sit down and write a few words
only to delete them and then write a few new ones and then
delete them again
i don't want to go over to your house only to feel needed by you
because he broke up with you and then five days later
he wants you  back and so i'm no longer needed
delete delete
deleted
whenever you call me i watch the phone as it rings
once, twice, three times
but you don't leave a message
and i don't call you back

today i'm doing a little experiment
it's called
not feeling guilty
it's called
forgiving myself
it's called
smiling for no reason

and you're not here and i'm not sad about it
for once.
Lyra Brown Nov 2012
I'm beginning to wonder
If some people from the past just
Belong in the past

Old friends are wondering
Where I went,
They message me and I just
Can't bring myself to answer

And I can't find a reasonable explanation
To give them other than

Certain parts of me are broken
They have vanished and I don't know what to tell you other than

Things are different now

I'm not really sorry I missed your birthday
I'm not really sorry I forgot to answer your questions
It's just I have nothing to give, or to say

Things are different now
You hold pieces of who I used to be
I just can't seem to bring those parts of myself back

So tomorrow is your birthday, you asked me what I had planned
I gave you an answer as vague as a lucid dream
Perhaps I no longer am afraid
To disappoint you
Perhaps I no longer have a strong desire
To be around you
I'm not sure what it is but
Something's lost and has been lost
For a long time

I just can't seem to bring whatever it is that's lost
Back
Lyra Brown Nov 2012
I warned him, before we stepped into inferno, I warned him
I said, please
Bear with me
He said we have our wine, we'll be fine
And I looked away and forced a small half-laugh because
He didn't know how much familiarity
One statement could hold.

Fast forward and I'm sitting on your piano bench
Playing your out of tune piano
You put your head on my shoulder
And cried as I sang
Songs I mutilated from
The mould you made for me
So long ago.

Then time passed and the more belligerent  you became
The more sad I got so I stopped
Playing for you and sat at the kitchen table while you
Poured yourself more red wine and kept crying

That's when he asked if we needed time alone,
"To talk", as he worded it so
He left me alone in inferno with you
And you said nothing except
You don't understand you don't understand, you'll never
Understand but
I love you, please stay.


Then he came back and offered you a morsel
Of compassion, which you so indifferently accepted you said
I watched my mother die
I watched my brother die
I watched my father die
And I'm ******* done.


I sat there silently laughing because here I was, all this time
Trying my very hardest to die and it occurred to me
You haven't noticed and
You probably never will until
I am finally actually gone.
Lyra Brown Nov 2012
A winter went by
All was quelled by the cold
Your songs kept me warm
They are sad but they made me smile
We didn’t talk about
Anything then
I learned how to feel all right without really
Saying anything
Yes, there was a time when we existed
Separately
Before I even knew who
You were
That winter was one of them
It’s funny to think on oblivion I was to be
Drawn by your beautiful bulb
Touched by your tender air
A breeze whispered to me as I walked past
Embers
I burned without showing a single
Smoke signal

Those songs saved my life.
Lyra Brown Nov 2012
Of reopening the same wound

Again and again until

It bleeds enough to satisfy my

Hungry heart in other words,

Never satisfied that’s why I’m a big fan of

Reopening the same wound

Again and again until

You’ll sit with me in sun and see me as I am

Yours as I always was until

I am enough for you to accept

As your own flesh and blood

I keep coming back because

I’m a big fan

Of not giving up

On you
Lyra Brown Nov 2012
Your love was a cage

Made out of bone

I stayed there, quietly

Locked in

Sometimes I would carve things into

The cage

Things like

“Help”

“I’m trapped”

“I want to die”

I was small enough to

Escape between the bars

But I was scared

Because I knew how much escaping would

Disappoint you.

You fed me flower petals and cotton candy

I fed you pretty words and kissed your cheeks

Never once did I feel

Perfect

Like I do right now

Out of the cage and into the light,

No longer homesick for the chapel

Of inconsistency

The rain falls on this roof

As he sleeps beside me

And for the first time in a long time,

I want to be loved.
Lyra Brown Nov 2012
the girl that you once knew
is still right here,

my holes weren't made for you to fill.
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