You ran your
fingers over my past.
and felt the frayed
edges of my heart.
Your eyes lingered
over my flaws
and you still were
able to see underneath.
And you saw me.
You saw more
than the girl
hiding behind humor
and sarcasm.
You acknowledged
and accepted me
for everything I
was trying to hide.
And you loved me.
And I loved you.
Tag: Poetry
Sunset Beach
Right now…
I want to be sitting there with you again…
On the patio with our white rockers.
Watching the constellations travel above us.
Under the most pristine night sky.
Completely unmarred by light pollution.
I want to be gazing there with you again…
The moon sitting high off the horizon.
Spread out like a vast canvas.
Painted midnight blue.
Perfectly studded with stars.
I want to be chatting there with you again…
Waves crashing into the shore.
Loud and abrupt like thunder.
Soft beams from the lighthouses spinning.
Dancing along the eastern coast.
Right now…
All I want is to be in Sunset Beach again.
With you.
Awakening
I was out on the dock Of the lake one dark night. I thought I was alone But you just weren't in my sight. With your hand around my neck You swiftly struck out my light. Then you tied the rope To the cinder block so tight. And I sank. And I drowned. And I lost all hope... But then the rope... It fucking broke. I fought to the surface Pain with every stroke. Leaving behind all the hopelessness That you had evoked. I reached the cool air Now gasping as I choked. I knew I had made it From you and your rope.
Gone
I'm losing control of everything around me, and only I am to blame. All I've ever known is changing, and I just want it to stay the same. I'm now slipping through the cracks, of a floor I thought was so strong. I'm holding on to everything around me, knowing it'll be gone before too long.
Prescribe
Give me a diagnosis Of why I'm so hollow. Please... Give me the instructions I promise I'll follow.
I’m Sorry
There's so many things that I wish I could say. But I know they'll come out all wrong anyway.
Rekindled
Sometimes... Our own light Goes out. Embers die. Flames fade. Warmth ceases. Then... Just as fast It can be rekindled By a spark From another's. Giving us everything We had missed.
These Thoughts
Every night, These thoughts weigh heavy on my mind. Every morning, I shut them up and push them aside.
Still You
I've still thought about you, Every hour, On the hour, Of every day, Since I left you there. Worrying. Contemplating. Crying. Hoping and praying, You make it through. And I'm still here, Trying too. Because despite everything, It's still you.
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