#shesgone
My heart,
Sealed,
Met you,
Started to bare
Itself.
My heart,
Bare,
The most honest,
Can’t bear
That you don’t
Care.
My heart,
Exposed
Out of body.
I can’t repair
But you don’t
Care.
Now,
All of me is dead.
Only my heart,
In this skeleton,
Beats once more
To see if you
Care.
But you don't
Care.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
Warm Winds, Cold Sky's
In A Tree House Forbidden
In The Lonely Forest Of
The Weeping Souls.
Where Only
Unicorns And Fairy's Exist.
Extemporize Frabicatedly.
This World He Exists In
Was Told To
Be Abandoned,
No Other Life Form
Exists There. But He,
He Chose To Take
The Risk And Go Anyway,
Hoping She'd Follow Him.
At The Blue Ocean,
She Fell Asleep.
While Her Soul Swam With
The Loneliest Whales
In The Ocean.
He Searched For Her,
He Never Found Her.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
Look at your hand.
Memorize the creases, the veins, the muscles, the little crinkles.
Look at your hand.
Watch as the tingles dissipate under your skin when you think of her.
Look at your hand.
Curl your fingers into a fist, grasping every memory you still have left of her.
It's time.
Close your eyes.
Separate your finger tips from your palm, release, open, let go.
Look at your hand.
Memorize the creases, the veins, the muscles, the little crinkles.
Look at your hand.
Watch as you freely move your fingers through the thin, cold air.
Look at your hand.
Curl your fingers into a fist, tightly closing every empty space you have ever held on to.
She was never there.
Close your eyes.
Separate your finger tips from your palm, release, open, let go.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC