#annabelle
I'm not good at taking it slow
But I hope you know
Waiting isn't something I do well
But I'll wait for you, Annabelle
So many years since the day
I heard you say
"It's not time for us just yet"
And never did I once forget
That you were out there as well
As I waited for you, Annabelle
Time goes on and so it did
Just like you said
"It's not now or never"
But I said I'd wait forever
In all the time between heaven and hell
I'll wait for you, Annabelle
It's not easy for me to stand
As he takes your hand
But as long as he treats you well
I'll wait for you, Annabelle
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Follow along ...
the porcelain doll fell from the wall
And when she cracked...
It all came back!
escaped in vapors
Seeping into the wooden floorboards
Like oozing wounds
And **** from sores...
Putrid the smell
Straight from hell
Now loose from its porcelain confines
The binding inscriptions
Are Your worst fears
Your deepest convictions
Your frightened tears
Dollie’s secrets and admissions
She heard your payers and your childish wishes
Also your sins you whispered into
Her tiny white ear
Yes she could hear
And you had forgotten
She know your true black heart was rotten
Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 3:30 AM UTC
You were my first, not for love, but for trust.
While I feigned ignorance, I crossed a line,
bitter words broke me if you were reversed.
Though I did not know how you held my heart in store,
I believed in love, or something like it, nothing more.
When fondness bloomed, you started loving what you saw.
You nurtured what was budding, despite every flaw.
I wounded you, though I swore my hands were gentle,
blind to the shards I threw, fatal yet accidental.
I too then felt the pull of others’ quiet flame,
tried to cage those burning embers,
but in gripping close, I suffered blame.
For I was terrified to lose the love I thought I’d earned,
yet in gripping close, I watched what I cherished burn.
It hurt you deeper than I ever could have guessed.
You tried to forgive me, time and time again,
but mercy wears thin when pain is your refrain.
A heart can only forgive so many trials,
even one as kind as yours.
Then when you lashed, your anger rose like a storm on sea.
I stood, expecting calm, taking blows quietly.
I hid the hurt; you could not see the cost I bore,
for I too was ignorant of the weight I wore.
I strived to stay faithful, chained desires in my silence,
though not just you, but myself I placed in violence.
In this dance of fear and flight, losing more than trust,
I lost sight of right.
And though before me you stood your heart, once gently given,
you withdrew it, sealing wounds you could not soften.
No longer would you share trust, no longer would you rare—
in that loss, your love receded into something rare.
Yet you left a void where your love once held a throne,
and no other hand has reached me as your own.
If you refuse, my soul will rot, decay in silence.
Swallow me, the void will dread the depth of my defiance.
Depression will drown me as shadows conspire in my core,
for you were the only spark, the only one to kindle fire.
Others turned away when I reached, they closed the door.
You were the first who saw me—and still, you are the core.
Though you took your heart away, you kept me still in sight,
but nothing fills the abyss your love once bathed in light.
Forgive my sins, committed ignorant, my misstepped ways.
Acknowledge all the nights I kept your trust in fervent gaze.
Let this plea not vanish in your silence or your doubts,
for what is me without your heart inside these depths?
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 10:15 AM UTC