On my way down, crashing into the earth, the soil
feels so hard. There’s no more grace in my
form unfolding, the sun has made
me a passive fool to burn. My words
are empty, my beauty’s
fading with the light which brings out the flaws. Once, I
was at my height, I could see the way down and I
tumbled over.
I’ve no hopes
for him, for I know he
doesn’t want me. One solitary
wave doesn’t erase words unsaid. I don’t
want to care, I don’t want to feel shoved aside and
forgotten. I see how love works
and she doesn’t
bend to me. I’ve no
salvation once the expectation and perfection has
been declared. All the ride up meant is I’ll
come down again.
© September 2004
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
On my way down, crashing into the earth, the soil
feels so hard. There’s no more grace in my
form unfolding, the sun has made
me a passive fool to burn. My words
are empty, my beauty’s
fading with the light which brings out the flaws. Once, I
was at my height, I could see the way down and I
tumbled over.
I’ve no hopes
for him, for I know he
doesn’t want me. One solitary
wave doesn’t erase words unsaid. I don’t
want to care, I don’t want to feel shoved aside and
forgotten. I see how love works
and she doesn’t
bend to me. I’ve no
salvation once the expectation and perfection has
been declared. All the ride up meant is I’ll
come down again.
© September 2004
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