They found two versions of me
both with open eyes and closed doors,
one bobbing and floating in the sea,
the other lying on the shores.
They opened me up and found nothing inside,
those vital parts were something I felt I had to hide.
Do you feel the distance
clawing at the stone walls?
It’s discovered in an instance,
disguised in laughs and cat calls.
Swallow whispers and bite your tongue,
don’t think to speak against her,
holding hands that once were wrung,
unsure of what chains you prefer.
I never lived very much,
and now it’s time to start dying.
I go to reach for your touch,
once gentle is now painfully prying.
I always believed that one day
you’d see that small last percent of me,
but you dragged that ninety-nine majority away,
the final piece you never truly cared to see.
So close your beautiful eyes,
block and plug your adorable ears,
avoid rightfully owed real goodbyes,
and ignore the reality of your fears.
You suffered, and I suffered,
but atleast we stood through together.
Life gets tougher but there’s no other,
that I’d stand by forever.
How loud do I need to say “I love you”
So atleast you can hear the echoes
Every barrier, obstruction and wall I’ll get through,
‘cause even the most dead plant still grows.
I swear that I will love you until my death,
your name will be whispered in my final breath,
and it’ll be a prayer, the only one that I’ve ever known.
You’re not here and you say you’ve left,
the things I remember you make yourself forget,
but I’ll still be there, even if it’s in our home alone.
I’m hoping this is the last one I write about someone who doesn’t care.
