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Natasha Smith Jun 2013
You allowed me to move from place to place
I wish you could see the tears on my face

You ripped my heart out of my chest
Now all I feel is anger and detest

I wish you were feeling all of this pain
I'm hopeing that it will drive you insane

Every tear that I shed
It fills me with dread
It easy to say that to me you are dead
I want to laugh right now...belly laugh until my muscles ache...I want to jump through puddles...the ripples danceing around my ankles...I want to  run down hillsides...the air tugging at  my skirt like a restless lover...I want to feel the kiss of an ocean breeze on my face...the salty air dancing across my lips...I want to feel the warmth of skin against mine...wrapping me within a blanket of epidermal bliss...I want to go within myself and stay a while...exploring my humanity  and coming face to face with my own existence...I want to kick and scream and cry with reckless abandonedment until my cavernous soul falls limp from exhaustion...I want to touch my face...eyes closed... and view myself without the boundaries of expectation...of redundance...of normalcy...I want to see myself in a different way...a different light...a different scope...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013

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