ripples on the water
brushing against your feet. the sound of leaves swaying, shaking, filling the idle spaces of where your voice is supposed to be. but like ripples on the water, the closer you reach, the further away it seems to me. and like a ripple that can’t be caught, neither can he.
A few sleepless nights ago
I was embraced by nothingness Indulged and caged With nothing but a dull sentiment I was not hurt I was not pained I was simply distant With no reasons
One day I will be different.
One day things will change. You will no longer hold power over me, The power that you cannot see. You will no longer haunt my dreams, The dreams will cease to be. My thoughts will no longer be plagued by you. These will disappear as I age. One day I will be new, I will not be the girl you once knew; The girl that you once broke, And as for you- You will be nothing but a very distant memory.
I was addicted
reliant on you our bodies dependent our souls independent my thoughts still free you failed to catch them you just took my body not my innermost being
when I stop
and just let the silence be. . . everything is ok: the tattered tarp partially buried in the hillside is ok the broken bough used as a toy by the poor children is ok the jaggedly chopped tree stump by the parked car is ok the unevenly placed stairs that force you to change your gait are ok the distant tower with the blinking light is ok the solitude among other mortals is ok the whelming sense of being lost is ok the neat glass of scotch from the isle of skye is ok the divorced lesbian with two kids at the end of her rope is ok the minuscule fly that landed on my forehead in the bathroom this morning is ok everything is ok even the things that aren't they're ok too
how long before im just a distant memory?
No one catch up to me
I am far too gone There is no map to place I go There are no lingering footsteps to where I am You'd miss me for a day or two but then, time fixes it and I'd be a distant memory
i loved you
hell, i still do though now its more a distant love where i'll see you grown and blossom on your own it was nice to be close to you while you let me and on some nights the thought of you lingers on hey, that's life though
Your name diluted
with time a pronoun was enough to remind me Now when they use your pronoun I forget and ask who?
You said everyone had someone