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Abbigail Jan 2023
when I think of you
I want to lay down and let flowers grow over me.
like the love you had for me, it never existed.
Abbigail Oct 2021
I feared listening to love songs.
if I didn't have you, I thought "well there is no reason to listen and feel."

At the 7 month mark the thought made me angry.
I deserved to listen about a love so sweet,

No I deserve a love so sweet, drowning in sugar is nothing.
Shame on me for thinking otherwise.
  Sep 2021 Abbigail
going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
it is returning to yourself.
Abbigail May 2020
I don’t know which is worse,
continuing to day dream and think about you..
or stay with you and hear your lies…
both are torture.
Abbigail Mar 2020
I pick you up like a book
Open, close, repeat.
The same words, same actions
No new stories,
Exactly the same since the day you published yourself.
Why do I continue to read you?
Abbigail Jan 2020
When I dream of you, sadness surrounds me like a thick fog.
The sadness allows me to run, through the fog and into your eyesight.
Over the hills, through the woods, I chase you passing rivers and rocks.
You are only an arms length away.
The way you run convinces me I will catch you,
but then I realize you control the chase, with the pace I run and the thoughts I think.
So no matter how hard I try I cannot win this game of tag
With every twist and turn you take me on, I fall behind farther.
I stop in the path that never ends, out of breathe and exhausted I begin to fold and bend.
You look back and stop in your tracks, to wait for the chase that I cannot, will not win.
The fog rolls away as I am awake remembering where we left off again.
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