I once met love. He made me laugh every day. He couldn't bare away from me. He wanted to offer me the stars. And he did... holding me tight every night, on the warm sand of summer under the night sky with a million stars above and the moon up there, like a guardian and sometimes a bottle of wine. Sweet words. Gentle touch. Passionate love. Just a summer ago. And after that there's been only silence. Silence still. Frozen feelings. Frozen soul. I'm just frozen in silence. Because my heart is mourning... for I once met love.
you reminisce my touch i feel your mind lost your thoughts run through my body as you recollect my being the presence that never left
as i try to sleep, i feel it she reminisces in comfort of solitude she thinks of the good times before summer the times when it was hard but it some how made us easy her body tenses as she feels the pain expected pain
Her thoughts run up my body to torment searching for an open wound
i wrote this unable to sleep knowing her thoughts are on me because my thoughts are on her. its the first of September
I start my walk home with heavy feet after a long day at work. My earbuds are charged and ready to tug at my heart. The early summer heat is setting in and I wipe the sweat from my brow. I feel the thud of my boots against the sidewalk like the percussion of a tone-deaf child clamoring two cymbals together. The beat doesn't match the music, but the sentiment is sincere.
The light switches from orange to white; I make my way across the vacant intersection. I wonder if I ever cross your mind because you've invaded mine like a virus. I almost catch my breath but cough up blood. I wipe my hands against my jeans. Sometimes this is what love feels like.
Feet still clanging like metal against the pavement...I walk. I think of you always. What a waste. My mouth full of pennies and you don't even see that I am golden. The salt I rub from my cheek does nothing more than provide patina. All of this sorrow goes unseen, unnoticed.
Two hands of shimmering glitter. Will anyone ever see them? The purest gift to offer, yet everyone keeps walking fearfully away. I've never liked coins, but I flip one into the air and watch it spin. The axis turns and I wonder where it will land.
The cymbals are no longer mashing against one another, and I stare at my boots on the carpet of my room. Silence. My bloodied denim folded neatly on the floor. Do you still taste me in your mouth?
Because you're on my tongue like a good luck charm tucked away in the corner of a drawer somewhere. Someday you might remember me fondly and think of what could have been. Or maybe you won't.
Vulnerability is a double-edged sword, and I am ready to be laid bare. It takes an incredible amount of bravery to allow love to split us open...our insides bathing us in gold.
I will say it again: love is a heavy apparatus to wield, and it requires more than two hands.