I still have scars on my body From that fated night You can still see the lines Where my soul ripped my flesh And finally bled through Spilling regret onto the hospital beds
No matter how hard I try The scars still remain A constant reminder Of that day full of so much anguish Days filled with much pain My heart seems to break all over again
Days fly by, my thoughts chaotic Sometimes never lingering at the though of you But one glance at those scars And it all comes flooding back, Drowning in your memories... Your sparkling blue eyes glistening with mischief Your strange English accent always catching me by surprise The way you wouldn't talk to anyone for days But would jump out of bed days we planned to spend together The way darkness hung over your life and stuck to you But you would tell me I was the light that kept you going The way you walked The way you sang The way you ate The way you smiled The way you laughed The way you....
But none of that matters anymore does it?
Because I learned to bury all those memories I learned to bury all those thoughts I learned to bury all the pain The day I buried you
...
You might’ve been the one with blue eyes, but I was the one who was the real monster.
Monsters didn’t have feelings. No, monsters didn’t deserve to have feelings. So I shut everyone out and tucked my emotions away again, the name I once told you echoing in the back of my mind. Anaya, meaning misfortune. Anaya… Misfortune. Misery. Monster.
(There are certain things in life we blame ourselves for which we really shouldn't. A piece of a poem written about 8 years ago part of a longer story RH had planned to write out and publish. Alas she never finished writing the story-nor telling me the full story-so I share this poem with all of you for now. Thanks for all the support so far.. Happy Writing! ~BM).