Shannon

Shannon Feb 2013

Words dance in my mind;
Words that don't mean a thing.
Words run away when I need them most.
Words tease and taunt me.
Words are supposed to be my own;
Words who form my thoughts;
Words I should be in control of.
Words mean everything.
Words mend hearts and break them.
Words pierce the soul, melt the brain.

I don't like this much. I don't know if I'm really thinking of words or something more. Whatever.

Shannon Jan 2013

You Know Who

I don't know how you fill me with words
Still, after being filled with so much hurt
I haven't yet pushed you out of my mind
You cross my thoughts most of the time

From your smile to those eyes
Those lethal brown eyes, deep and dark
The way your fingers grazed the small of my back
An electric sensation through my body

Why I still want you so badly after all this time
Remains a mystery to me
The case is going ice cold, no more fire
Coming from your end, burnt out

Shannon Dec 2012

Cant Think Of A Word

I like to kiss you
on your lips, cheeks, neck;
Anywhere with flesh.
And I like tracing lines
down your bare back,
my fingertips to your skin.
*The way I feel with you
around me, on me, in me
isn't a word.

Shannon Dec 2012

Ouch

So much time wasted, waiting
For you to come around
Not to let me down.
Only you did, again
And it hurts more now
Than it did before.
Your smile means more
Than a thousand words
And explanations ever will,
Even though those aren't for me
Though you didn't want me
In the first place.
I held space for you,
When you didn't want to be alone.
But now I'm serious.
So you don't want to deal with this?
Would rather leave me behind?
In the dark without light
Without a passing glance?
I'm fading into the distance.

Shannon Dec 2012

Only Imaginary

Funny how we used to be so close
Now we rarely speak to one another.
Used to pour my insides into you
but they're currently locked away.
In a little box, surrounded by walls.
All of the bridges once paving the way
have been torched, lit ablaze.
The way I sometimes feel,
as though I had never really been there;
Only imaginary.

Shannon Dec 2012

What Are We?

How do you feel?
is it real? Is it wrong?
Like a song, a melody,
in harmony, with you.

How do I feel?
It's surreal, and warm.
Before the storm, or after,
your laughter, starts mine.

What are we?
Or could be? Is this all?
If I fall, how far
until I hit rock bottom?

Shannon Nov 2012

Oh Well

You know I'm not one to start an argument.
I'm neither a lover nor a fighter.
I try not to feel anything at all.
I avoid the pain, just get higher.
Take a hit, breathe it in, hold it in.
Exhale.

The world starts to spin in a frenzy.
My heart speeds up, then slows down.
Your arms wrap around me like a castle.
Don't want this to end, won't make a sound.
Stay calm, breathe you in, hold you there.
Let go.

Words cut deep, a finely sharpened blade.
Keep telling myself I don't need it.
Then I run right back to your haven.
Maybe we both want this a little bit,
too much, or too little, not at all?
Oh well.