June 13th, 2023 Hopefully prophetic
Were your reasons true? Were they for me or for you? Was there really nothing we could… I wonder. Why was it easier to hide?
I wish that these words No longer reflect my pain But my devotion
You Your Your voice Echoes ghostly In the halls of my memories
This noose of hope Around my neck A memory rope Myself I wreck I cannot leave
Do not mistake my silence, For absence. I will always be there for you. Always. But I must be here for myself,
Like a tower of crystal glasses My hope stacks higher Waiting to come crashing down And lacerate my heart below A thousand tiny shards
This bed is too big I have too much space These blankets are too much Engulfing me, but I still shiver I have too much food
People always say, “These feelings will fade away” Which ones, love or pain?
Are you eating enough? Are you staying hydrated? Are you loving yourself? Or is your breath left bated? Are you sleeping enough?
One day I hope your love Will reunite with mine Or so I tell myself because It won’t
My hands grow weaker This hold I will prolong My legs shake and quiver But still I’ll stand strong My mind is chaos
As the waves crash along the shore Which seems so far away, I ask myself; Why do I swim? Pushed from a ship
The longer I wait for you The more I prolong this pain The longer you wait to speak The more distant I become The more I heal
Rain & sun Flowers bloom Spring has sprung Fading the gloom In summers heat
Most people drain me But you are not most people You recharge my soul
