I have our dad's eyes.
Green and bottomless.
Dazed and desolate.
Tag: Poetry
Hesitant
Everything has come full circle...
Yet it feels as if no weight has been
lifted from my shoulders.
The sighs of relief seem temporary
and I'm sure that they are soon to be
replaced with regret and resentment.
My mind remains hesitant to relax,
my body leery to let go.
Woven
Eventually her string of lies
became hard for even her to follow.
She couldn't remember what she had said,
who she told what, or what was believed between whom.
She had woven a web
without an apparent end.
The truth hidden somewhere
between a single fiber.
Apart
What if all we have left
in common are memories?
What if the only thing
still holding us together
are the days that we felt
we would never be apart?
Suffocating
We breathe the same air,
yet I am the one suffocating.
How is it that you can fill
your lungs with such ease
while mine burn and bellow
in agony?
Language
We existed together as witty innuendos
and double entendres.
Our sarcasm became blatant
and often drifted to the edge of indecency.
Yet that was our language...
Smart yet immature.
Intelligent yet crude.
But now our once familiar language
has been translated into something so vastly foreign and incomprehensible to me.
The banter I loved now lost.
Our words polite and mediocre at best.
Deteriorating
Silken strands cling to my fingers
each time I touch my hair.
Evidence of my stress has begun
to reveal itself as fine blonde filaments
fall from their follicles.
My anxiety now deteriorating
more than just the inside of my head.
Final
When we said goodbye,
I didn't think it would be final.
I truly thought that I would be back
and that you would still be waiting.
If I would have known,
I would have held you just a bit longer.
Milestones
Sometimes I wish to tell you
about these milestones,
yet within these times
you no longer hold a place.
You no longer deserve
any acknowledgement
or notification
of my accomplishments.
Yes, you were there
at the beginning...
But the rest of the journey
has solely been mine.
Mirage
I see you,
but no longer do I recognize you.
You were a mirage.
A fake haven in a
smouldering wasteland.
AO Poetry 
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