February 2012
8 posts
Sweetheart, the sun is up,
the curtains fell down last night, and the shine is blinding.
Yesterday it was cold and dry.
The laundry is still in the wash, and we slept on
dust and fur, I washed it away, but came back to find you
still asleep, whispering, “No, you aren’t what I said you were.”
The ghost wasn’t in the closet, and there was peace
in the middle of the...
There is hate in these eyes tonight,
Bitter despise for the person I have allowed myself to become.
What will happen to my poor poor heart if I live like this?
I am starving to death and I am weak,
Kicked when I am down, spit on.
Listen, you never listen.
30% was the answer.
It is lonely here tonight. No matter how much happy music I play or how many celexas I take, I just cant seem to shake this feeling. He is absent lately, on edge, distant. He sleeps while I speak, always. Do you remember how happy we were in the winter? How happy I was, with piggy back rides and roses? Now it is deserts and deserts and deserts and deserts.
Scars often fade from crimson to blush,
Opaque reminders of endurance, exhaustion.
The wounds are scratched open now,
Salt, tears poured in. Words haunt these cells,
Memories fade to gray, fade away,
All that is left is blackened blush.
Rip me open, see if I bleed the same crimson wine
As I use to back when my lips weren’t chapped
And these locks were trimmed and uneven.
The bed sheets and...
