Laura

Laura Jul 2013

One year ago.
The memory envelopes me in a sweet happiness I can’t deny.
So why do my eyes insist on me to cry?
Something about that time, so new and exciting
One year ago
Makes the future seem more inticing
So I drift into sleep
Clutching the memory of
One year ago
Never dreaming to let go.

Laura Jul 2013

still you

Tumbling through life as if I had a clue
All the while
In denial
That I’d ever not have you.

I should’ve moved on in April or May
But still I dream
All the time it seems
That you’ll be mine someday.

I miss your smile and eyes and voice
Catching me staring
I hate that I’m caring
Loving you was no choice.

All I know is that one thing is clear:
In a sky full of clouds
In a room much too loud
Your name is all I hear.

Laura Jul 2013

the days slip away

up til sunrise
sleep til sunset
the days slip away

searching for something
greater
more
beyond today

living in the present
trying to push away the past
but the past is the only present in my mind

stopping is too much time
too much time is not enough
the days slip away

going in circles
makes everything spin too fast
too dizzy to move forward
too dizzy to move back

too much want, not enough do
but too much do to want much else
the days slip away

placing my love in things too far to reach
pointless
time-consuming
and mind-consuming

too much sleep to be tired
but too tired to sleep
the days slip away

laughing and smiling
and frowning and crying
too small to place on a timeline

roll on toward it
work toward it
all of it
is worth it to get to it

too much of it but too little of it
as the days slip away.

Laura Jul 2013

without a word

Every day’s an opportunity

Hoping maybe I’ll catch your eye

Blindly waiting in the background

And people ask me: why?

I try to give them an answer

But I always come up short

“He’ll never feel the same,” they say

And I reply with a defensive retort.

Satisfied with “maybe someday”

Content with “next year”

The sound of my voice in denial

Is the only thing I hear.

Maybe soon everything will pass

My year long yearning will be for naught

But if I’m honest I know that by tomorrow

My desire to move on will be forgot.

I know it’s unreasonable

Senseless, unrealistic, and absurd

Holding onto what little’s been said

When it’s been so long without a word.

I hate boys like why do I have to like someone for so long who I don't even talk to

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