Trembling, wrecked, broken into two, I stand here, alone, in the rain, Waiting to be whole again. I know I need to start anew. So, at last, I let go of you.
NaPoWriMo Day 1 Poetry form : Quintella http://madhumitas.wordpress.com/2014/04/01/petrichor/
Infinite peals of laughter tickle me out of my despair. Temporal sweet abandon of these moments so rare.
Pain that undulates from the middle to the sides. Such delicate delights, the product of boundless minds.
The pristine joy of madness battles watered down sadness. Tiny stolen gasps of liquid air; Life can be a strange affair.
My ennui fades like smoke rings, crisp sounds of pages turning fill my room. Trifle things, these gossamer feelings sweep away vestiges of a drowsy afternoon
Stories spill from these eternal springs; Free me when I am confined. I open a book and fly away on paper wings, leaving all my troubles behind.
How much time do you intend to spend holding on to your naive notions of everlasting happiness? How much love will you turn away before you are brave enough to risk it all again?
You took a chance once. It worked for a while and then it didn’t. The hours of waiting alone, listening for footsteps at the door, footsteps that never came, they still haunt you.
So you cling to those memories of pain that you let define the rest of your life. You wear a cloak of cynicism over your shrivelled heart. Protected. Safe. Dead.
When the walls come crumbling down And there is nothing left to hide; When my head is overfull with thoughts of you And there is no room left for pride; At last – not too late, I hope – I will be able to admit That when I said I didn’t love you, I lied.