Taylor Marie Vincent

Taylor Marie Vincent Jan 2014

Absence.

I wonder if you know
how much it hurt
to be buried in intuition.
pure, untaught knowledge
without a single doubt of feeling.
I lay before you like
your open palm,
waiting for you to grasp
the concept of my love.

instead you left,
like the tear escaping my eye
and rolling down my cheek.

*t.m.v

Taylor Marie Vincent Dec 2013

Quiet.

I bet you are
most honest at 2 am
with your hair tangled
and body buried in sheets,
while your veins
spell out who you are.

*t.m.v

Taylor Marie Vincent Dec 2013

Pulled in.

intoxicating.
my mind races as your
hands caress every inch
of my being,
twisting right
but going wrong.
like the blood beneath
my skin,
I burn for you.

then it is over,
and I am left
alone.

*t.m.v

Taylor Marie Vincent Nov 2013

Thoughts.

how could I be so naive
to think that you were invested
in every last word I spoke?
pulses of pain hit my heart
with lies and
empty apologies.

how could I look at you,
the only thing I believed in,
and not see an intruder?
rumors fill my ears,
telling me stories of your
"I'm sorry."

how could you say you
love me, but
burn every bridge to dust?

tell me.

*t.m.v

Taylor Marie Vincent Nov 2013

Fever.

a slow itch exposes
old wounds
bound together by weak strings.
intoxicating thoughts
consume me with no hesitation.

without you things go
hazy.

*t.m.v

Love sick.

Taylor Marie Vincent Nov 2013

Reaction.

you secretly read this
waiting for reassurance,
but without cause.

time crawls away
leaving no trace of tenderness
or any raw innervation.

please leave,
for I am tired.
I am tired.

*t.m.v

Taylor Marie Vincent Nov 2013

Hope.

my weary heart rests
between quivering gasps for air
and innocent tears falling.
slow shadows that haunt
may not dwell in plain sight,
only to rush in
leaving broken hopes.

breathe

for this feeling is fleeting.

*t.m.v

For you, Grandpa.