#hurtcomfort
Remembrance, a story of trying to put things together
Where the best moments drifts through floating
While I look at my hands and spaces between my fingers...
The sparks of life would make all those darkness fade
Bring light of hopes and wishes to come true
The marks of which are now completely erased...
But these are the memories I already know
Which need no luxury, no expression to show
It's all about the disappointment of just letting go...
It's based on something that can't be saved
All blatant lies, the falsity, the blame
For things have changed and they can't stay the same...
Sometimes I wonder if you're even here
For my mind refrain to speak your name
And the picture I see seems so unclear...
So, I'll just say what needs to be said
The fights are fought and the elegies are read
But for remembrance of you, my memories are all numb and dead...
@manauwer
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
there is still blood
caked in the crevices between his fingers
when he stumbles back to the light
you turn on the water
(it'll burn his skin red but at least they'll be clean)
and you hold his hand
as you wash it away
same as the night last
its just part of the deal
he doesn’t look at you
but at something just to the left
at a water-color of the screams he cradled
before he snapped them
like wishbones
pretty eyes aren’t going to help someone who won't look at you
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC