I sometimes sit on our old couch in the basement And think about what we left in its recline The leather is cold and distant It is coated with the film of time Stained with tears, laughter, and secrets Nestled in the crevices is all my growth When I lay my head against it 1 can hear dialogue from the movies we watched And faint conversations with ghosts
All you had to do was zoom in... You would have seen that my smiling mask was cracking.. My bright eyes were dimming.. My very soul was fading.. Maybe you could have saved me. Maybe you could have listened. To think... All you had to do was zoom in...
Alone she sits upon her dusty throne. Her eyes sunken and her long moth bitten gown hung lifeless to her ashen skin. The unforgiving chime's of time pass her by. Dripping with jewels her boney hand still clung to the broken string of pearls as they roll between the cold stone cracks beneath her feet. Secrets layed to rest long ago with no voice to tell. She who has been long forgotten dwells in the silence of her chambers for all eternity.
These fingers trace dust that glistens in this fractured light over old frames crafted with beads and pink glue glitter fell onto our laps as we rattled this earth with our laughs where did the time go when we held it so tight? yet it still disappeared, out of our sight now I look for you in bus windows I listen for you in those youthful laughs Holding onto these moments wiping away the ashes of these burnt recollections from my shaking hands
oh my dear oh my darling oh my sweetie does it hurt you? to see them like this? to see you like this? can you feel yourself slipping away, the colour draining from you until you are a cold hard husk of yourself? does it feel good? oh my baby oh I'm so sorry I never meant to hurt you but it's ok now, all is well you can fade and be deaf to the world in my muffling embrace.
I know I'm not who I'm meant to be and it ******* kills me as much as it kills them.
I am lost on these paper boats Floating somewhere in an old laugh We once shared I am lost in these baskets Made of woven conversations And now you, right here in front of me Are someone new, I've yet to meet I guess my weakness has gotten the better of me Wishful thinking had me fooled Things were as they used to be But here you are, and here am I A world of differences between us Born out of the blue, paving our departure You toward the forest And I, towards the sea
so starts my final journey, a slow decline first the memories, of that night, of you memories i have had my entire lifetime, fading show images of a life i know not of disconnected from my own thoughts as if a stranger thought them on my behalf my voice longer pierces the silence of my mind instead now i hear a stranger these sleepless nights, accompany these sun lit blackouts i fear i am changing, into what i do not know and hope to never find out soon i fear my face will haunt me in the mirror, my eyes will stare back blankly staring into a face he knows not who
When you lose sense of yourself, who do you become but another version of you?