You grew unnoticed
like a slow growing ivy.
Your deceitful emerald leaves
glimmering a seductive dew.
Consuming all you wanted
with your twisting vines.
Eventually wrapping
your way around me…
Whispering all of the things
that you wanted to do.
Tag: You
Shrapnel
We ignited each other
like pipe bombs.
Our harsh words
sailing into one another
like shrapnel…
And leaving nothing
but ragged scars
and bloodied flesh.
Drunk
You can tell me
what you think
whenever you’re
drunken at night…
Yet you can never
find the right words
when you’re sober
in the daylight.
Pathway
And here I am…
Walking down
this familiar cement sidewalk.
Recognizing the
same forbidden pathway.
Following all
the same cracks in the pavement.
Hoping that
they still somehow lead me back to you…
Mementos
All those little things
you left behind
are now my
sullen trinkets.
The lost, lonely artifacts of us,
now only meaningful to me.
Fogged
Like steam to
my bathroom mirror
you are becoming
fogged over…
And even when I
try to clear your haze…
there’s only a
temporary exposure.
11:45pm
Pitch black
and quarter to twelve,
we walked on the beach
barefoot on shells.
Stars guided
our path to low tide,
the oncoming waves
slowing our strides.
We stood there together
in the frigid ocean breeze…
pausing to take in
all we couldn’t see.
Dust
Sometimes I feel like
I am as insignificant to you
as a dust particle
floating through the air.
Then for a brief second
I glimmer from the sun…
And you notice me as
abruptly as I am forgotten.
Erased
Sometimes I wish I could
wipe away my memories of you.
Like writings on a chalkboard.
Leaving nothing behind but
fine white dust
and faded broken outlines.
But I know that even if my mind
could somehow be erased…
I’d still remember
every part of your face.
Steaming
Tonight I stood crying
silent tears in the shower,
my anger and sadness
mixed in with the water.
When I stepped out and dried
myself off in the mirror,
my eyes held emotions
that couldn't be clearer.
They held the hatred for him
for all he did upon me,
and the pain from grieving
for the girl I used to be.
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