"I know you."
"No, I don't think you do."
"Yes I do, you're that girl who hates the rain."
"I don't hate the rain."
"I know that. You never did. However, you lied to yourself until you thought you did."
"How do you-"
"I saw it. You see I used to know you as the girl who loved the rain. You would stand in it, arms out stretched, twirling like a ballerina to no music. You used to embrace the clarity of the rain and love when it washed you clean. Then something changed. Your eyes became dull mirrors that reflected the horrors of the world and your smile became vacant. You did not wear your heart on your sleeve anymore,
She fades beneath here and now.
Holding in all her tears,
She watches the sun dissapear.
Petals lay beneath her feet-
Fallen from the roses she unburied.
Pretty curls linger admist her face,
Pain etches marks within some lace.
She screams but no one hears.
For-
Her voice broke years ago I fear.
No one knows her pain.
She's far past dead these days,
No tombstone marking her grave.
She forgot how to live-
How to breathe,
And eat.
Darkness took over all faith,
And pain put her in a grave.
For you...I will be waiting...6 months. by MelodicInterval, journal
For you...I will be waiting...6 months.
I'm going insane...this pain has become more unbearable than I remembered...
I wonder if you feel the same way...are you suffering too?
They say...if you love someone set them free. If they return to you then it's meant to be.
I alternate between my hopes and fears...
All I know is that despite how I try to go on like nothing happened,
I will always be here waiting for you to come back and find me, to fix my heart once more.
Teach me how to smile again...I have forgotten how.
I struggle everyday to refrain from contacting you because you said you need to keep your distance...
You say you love me but we can't be together right now
A new chapter in this story of me,
Another page turned in this book,
Another tear or smile to see,
A new way to love or a new look.
This story we weave through time,
With love and pain and tears,
A tale of truth so sublime,
A tale of us and all our fears.
The pages we study turn after turn,
They weave colors into a smile,
They can make our stomachs churn,
Or a laugh change the world for a while.
A new chapter is written,
A new host of feelings felt,
Another lover smitten,
A heart placed upon a shelf.
This is our book,
Our story of truth sublime,
A written memory we took,
And made last for all time.
I'll spread my wings-
I'll be your love sick junky.
I'd be your little butterfly.
But,
My wings are weak.
For,
You've taken my heart from me.
See the rips-
In these wings?
You've stolen all happiness,
Stomped on all faith-
You've lied to my face!
Said you loved me,
That I was your little baby-
That you'd always be my safety.
Why are these tears still in my eyes?
Hope has simply faded from my life,
Tears replace the smiles upon my face-
Pain took over all faith.
Little cuts decorate my skin-
Reminding me of that past I wish didn't exist.
You said you loved me darling-
That you forever wanted me.
You knocked me down,
Br
I picked a flower at my feet.
I plucked the petals-
Thinking of you and me.
They told me you didn't love me,
Didn't want me,
That I was nothing.
I threw the flower at the ground-
Watching it float soundlessly.
The wind blew it from my reach.
I should have noticed,
That we wouldn't last-
That we were bound to end when death overtook my laughs.
The flower told me the truth.
You're a liar,
Leaving me when I needed you most.
You told me I'm all alone.
Not realizing I already knew that-
It's the way it has always been.
The way it will always be.
They come in a million ways.
Sometimes quick-
On the way out the door one cold morning.
They mean so much inbetween.
Whispered skin rushed against one another,
Arms held across each other.
Secrets float through the air,
You don't want to let go-
You fear the moment when you watch the person dissapear.
You want them in your arms once more-
Wishing you could whisper that you care,
That you love them.
The memory of their perfume lingers on your clothes.
You try not to cry-
When the hug turns into a silent good bye.
You watch the luggage pile up.
The house divided with coloured sticky notes-
The car holding everything you loved,
icy cold hands creep
over my stony
bony skin, melt
water drips
down where
it should not
be -
you want me
dead, you want me
dead and this is a
crime.
claw your way
through my tender
flesh, feel my
heart's petrified
beating,
stupefied
breathing;
you are hunting and
i am prey and
you are playing and
i am playing
dead
, so there is no
need to try to
kill me, unless you
are intent on destroying
me from the inside
out, from the outside
in. (in each and every
way.)
and you can lie
to yourself as much
as you want, but i
feel the flames in your
gaze and the ice on your
fingers down my legs,
and i
can assure
you