#losinglove
Nothing feels solid
and I can't see anymore.
Just faces faded
in old pictures on the wall.
There's just nothing
at all.
Nothing feels solid
or at least,
I can't feel it anymore.
There's scratch marks on my body
and they will surely go away
or at least
that's what I've been told.
I don't feel at home in myself anymore.
There's not enough space for change
nor to grow.
I feel it's all so slippery
and I can't figure out a way to keep hold
of all those things
that would make my heart bold,
thumping loud in my chest,
not so scared of getting old.
I'll remember you forever
and forget you all the same,
same way you'll do with me,
I guess time will be to blame.
Promise me you'll be getting older,
'cause we're young now
but the chiming will be getting stronger.
I love you now that I don't know you,
so love me then
when you don't see me anymore.
Jul 15, 2023
Jul 15, 2023 at 7:06 AM UTC
She liked new clothes,
She would wear them out for days-
till they got raggedy and thin,
then she would throw it out -
He liked her,
He watched her shop and pursue,
but he was still confused,
on the day she threw him out -
As if he wasn’t a new thing to try on
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 10:48 PM UTC
i had a dream
the other night,
which was strange, since
i hadn't had a
comprehensible night-musing
for the longest time...
a baby bird
steps out onto a branch,
full of anxiety,
then falls to meet
it's demise.
a mother clutches her child
close to her heart
as the oxygen masks
fall from the sky.
a ****** pulls at the cord
repeatedly,
but to no avail.
a dolphin struggles
desperately to escape the net, choking slowly.
i plummet toward crag and surf.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 6:59 PM UTC
Everyone has a fear of dying
But being in love
Is able to give you a fear far greater
It outweighs death and gives a bigger threat
The fear of losing love
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
Tonight the native flute plays,
expressing all that my heart cannot say.
Limbo is such a strange place to be, still I keep quiet that I may hear when the spirit speaks.
The closest ones can change and seem so far, like they've flicked off a switch and left you in the dark.
So lately I've been doing too much, stretching and reaching in darkness to find that there's nobody in here to touch.
Still I reach just one last time, I stretch my arms out wide, slowly feeling them crossing and coming back, then I find that I'm inside of them tightly wrapped.
I'm still alive in here, and though it is dark I am not blind to the things that are so clear.
I do not wait but quiet I'll remain, with dry eyes and dry face; I can hear the flow of every tear.
As we both know, we come in this world alone and we'll die alone, so what is there to fear?
That we'll fade into the darkness of our hearts and warm water will turn to frozen tears.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
I really want to know
Why would anyone have children
If they knew how afraid it would make them feel?
But then we ask for more
Because the fear is the only thing that makes life real
Who lives on the dark side
But smiles walking down mean streets?
She brings her own eyes to see the light and nothing else
The flowers don’t know any better
And neither does a girl who doesn’t believe hope melts
I really want to know
What are the things you won’t tell me
Did you decide to wait before you forget your last boy?
I said don’t hold my hand right now
So you went out alone but you weren’t anybody’s toy
It makes no difference
If we found gold on the land
We don’t climb mountains just because of the view
I could remember it more than once
But instead I live it because it reminds me of you
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC