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you are the echo in places after everyone's sound has gone.

you are the reluctant resonance in air between breaths.

you are the leaving that's overstayed its welcome.

you are the racket in deprivation of company.

you are the uproar after music has ceased.

you are the chord eternally reappearing.

you are reverberations of want, of lack.

you are sweet tinnitus in every hush.

you are every absent reoccurrence.

you are epitomes of entirety.

your gale still lingers.

but you do not.

you do not.

you do.

not.
 Mar 2015 Shiennina Marae
soray
It will hurt me for awhile.
It will hurt until my eyes focus on something brighter.
Or until your smile, your hugs*
or even your kisses make me change my mind.
*But even there, I feel it will hurt even if I'm next to you.
i never knew that things could go so un-accordingly
i never guessed you would fall for a different girl
i never considered that i wasn't the one you wanted
i never realized i was never your world

you never asked me how i felt about us
you never acted like you didn't care
you never touched me in public though
you never wanted me, and that's not fair


im hoping that things could change between us
im wishing that i hadn't yelled at you
im begging you to still care, even if its only a tad
im  praying that what we had isn't through

*youre leaving me now that i know the truth
youre not even going to say goodbye
youre through with all i thought we had
youre not sorry it was all a lie
I'm so tired and exhausted,
I just need some time to rest,
rest from your uncertainty

Because the way you saw me
before I said I loved you,
was even better than now

When I told you I loved you
after all that we've been through,
you told me you felt the same

But do you still feel me here?
I wish I never told you,
things I've always wanted to

'Cause you said you felt the same,
But that's the thing about it

You "felt".
It now happens every night
We always fight about things,
Things that don't even matter

But although these things don't matter,
Our little fights show otherwise

When did we start hating each other?
When did we last go to bed happy?

When was the last time good night
meant Good night?
I will write you away,
Scrub the memories of you,
From my insides with the magic of words.
I have already cleaned you away,
With soap and scalding water.
Burning you away from me,
As I hang myself to dry,
In the heat of the sun,
Letting the wind take the scent of you,
Away from me.

And now, all that is left to cleanse,
Is my insides,
Where soap and desperate hands,
Cannot reach and wash.
So I write you away.
With every phrase,
Every word,
Every letter,
I send you away from me.
Let the remnants of you,
That remain within me,
Off into the world,
Following your footsteps.

I shall write until the habits,
The memories,
The emotions,
That are connected to you
Are cut loose and set free.
I shall paint a picture of you,
With my words,
And with every kiss of the
brush and canvas,
With each stroke,
I shall paint the image of you,
Remove it from within me,
And never look upon it again.

I shall write what you were to me,
What you meant to me,
What you made me feel,
Until the words don’t make any sense.

I shall write you away,
Turn pages black with ink
And clear my soul of you.
I shall write,
Until you are ...

Gone.
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