Apr 2015
(inspired by Junot Diaz & ...life)
I. the scars are just proof// of the internal pain showing// the external blame it's blooming in brain. the more blows and strikes the more she bends her will to never come home that night for blame.
II. direct voicemail after numerous calls// like going through a lifeless withdrawal// she waits// anticipates// for when you may pick up the phone. so alone and waiting for phone calls ever fading// her voice trails off to a silent whisper// she knows deep inside no one will ever miss her.
III. palms are precious. hands cradling the future present and past// signifies how long you'll hold on to the mast or a sail of a sinking ship. in other words when your hand meets hers then draws away//she can feel the deterioration of a long lasted relationship drifting off some place.
IV. her smile radiates like a thousand suns. but her tears are a million in one. she'll cry oceans and rivers// she'll cry streams and reservoirs// to stop the hurt from creeping in when no comfort seems to create.
This is no secret- it is something to tell. appreciate her// respect her// treat her well. because my friends they come and the lines they go by// this is how you lose her// and now you know the reasons why.
I. the scars are just proof// of the internal pain showing// the external blame it's blooming in brain. the more blows and strikes the more she bends her will to never come home that night for blame.
II. direct voicemail after numerous calls// like going through a lifeless withdrawal// she waits// anticipates// for when you may pick up the phone. so alone and waiting for phone calls ever fading// her voice trails off to a silent whisper// she knows deep inside no one will ever miss her.
III. palms are precious. hands cradling the future present and past// signifies how long you'll hold on to the mast or a sail of a sinking ship. in other words when your hand meets hers then draws away//she can feel the deterioration of a long lasted relationship drifting off some place.
IV. her smile radiates like a thousand suns. but her tears are a million in one. she'll cry oceans and rivers// she'll cry streams and reservoirs// to stop the hurt from creeping in when no comfort seems to create.
This is no secret- it is something to tell. appreciate her// respect her// treat her well. because my friends they come and the lines they go by// this is how you lose her// and now you know the reasons why.
