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Erica Winter Nov 2013
Ten years ago I knew an elusive man
He used to call me Rhiannon
I knew the song but I never knew why
He said I'll figure it out when I'm older
Nearly a dozen years between us
Thousands of miles
I remember he lived in the California sunshine
I imagined he would start each morning greeting the sun
His only company a dark coffee and lit cigarette
Ten years later, I vaguely remember a man
He called me Rhiannon
I would hum the song for years, sometimes I forgot why
I would sing and sing but I'm still in the dark now that I'm older
Erica Winter Oct 2013
He crooned soft and slow
Bringing the harsh truth to light
The ghosts of my past
They haunt me like the rest of them
I've never begged them to leave
Your sublime words were a worn blanket
They kept me warm for passing weeks
Before fading just like your smile
Mine is becoming more jaded every morning.
Erica Winter Oct 2013
The first day of a brand new start
I trudged with heavy feet to a baptism
I wouldn't mind keeping my sins
I'd rather dispose of heartache and heal the cuts so deep
I remember being pure with conscience in tact
Days before the holy water would burn to the bone
I need a blindfold to find my faith
Blurred and too faded for my soul to see
Erica Winter Oct 2013
This loneliness would not seem so heavy
If I had never felt a warm heart
Delicate sounds
Sharp tongue
Trembling fingertips

The bitter part of bittersweet is never the most painful.
Erica Winter Sep 2013
Each burning sip goes down...
              and down
                  and down
                                 settling and washing over my mind.
It creeps up.
Suddenly I could care less
About what was, is and could be.
And I drift
                and drift
                    and drift
                               to sea to drown.
In emotion, in alcohol, in memory.
Erica Winter Sep 2013
You fell right back into my life
A burning star with a deathwish
I can see you hurtling through the air
Holding my heart deep inside
To be honest
I truly welcome the impact.
Erica Winter Sep 2013
Your soft eyes were inviting
Filled with hunger and wanting
The scorn and hurt still visible underneath
I never knew her name or how she hurt you
I intended to cauterize your open wounds
The patience I believed was infinite
Slowly spoiled into apathy
I'm truly sorry I couldn't be better
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