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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...

When

I listen..
You come..
Closer.
Dozing off..
On me..
Leaning forward..
Like a poser.
When
I chose..
To speak.
Your cheeks..
Getting colder.
Eyes seek..
Only me..
Dropping awkward..
Breathing sober.
When..
I held..
You held..
Longer..
No words..
Stare aiming..
Stronger.
When I couldn’t..
You stood up..
Walking straight..
Cease to..
Look back any longer.
When..
I waited.
You were..
Absorbed in never.
Not sure..
If that was clever.
But drapes..
Made it cover..
Well enough.
So..
Now when..
Tears..
Trickle down..
Wherever.
My soul gives..
Them a..
Distinct color..
Shaping closure..
Pushing myself..
Into cynosure.
Then..
To begin again.

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