At midnight her slippers
did more than disappear.
The fantasized facade fell away
and the eggshells she'd been walking on
returned directly under her feet.
She moved on reluctantly.
The hands of the clock
restarting more than what
they had ended.
Category: My Poetry
Validated
No longer do I feel your validation.
Judgemental eyes now pierce
through each and every one
of my words.
My actions now frowned upon
with callous questions and
looks of pure dismay.
Yet your approval
is no longer required...
For your acceptance
means absolutely nothing
when I can give it to myself.
Burden
She didn't want to go,
but she knew she couldn't stay.
How could she remain in a place
where her love had become
such an awful burden?
Sweatshirt
Memories linger between
the threads of my sweatshirt.
Glimpses of lilac-clothed moments
retained within the stitches of
a cotton-polyester blend.
Simple fabric now consoling me
from my mind's wanderings to you.
Straws
I am desperate,
grasping at straws.
Feverishly I reach,
clawing into the acrid air
attempting to salvage
anything I can.
Yet I come back empty.
My hands holding hard
onto absolutely nothing.
Wrong
I don't want to admit it... But I was wrong. I was wrong to think I could remain emotionless... I was wrong to think I could keep my feelings completely buried and secure. I was wrong to believe that I would be able to feel absolutely nothing.
Three Words
Promise. Forever. Always. Three meaningful words completely meaningless to me.
275 Days
A moment of weakness stops the clock, erasing days of resilience. She gave in. She gave up.
Shifted
As the space grew between us I found myself missing you... mourning you... grieving you. But over time my sorrow shifted into anger and I was left trying to remember why I was ever upset in the first place.
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I don't know how you did it, but I do understand why. Your pain made death look better, than trying to stay alive.

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