No thoughts. No prayers. No hope. No remorse.
Tag: You
Obsolete
My thoughts are stagnant and my words obsolete. My expressions are ignored and my strengths muted. My feelings are degraded and my emotions gaslighted. And my worth... Completely meaningless to you. But as soon as that whiskey sits in your hand... And you take a couple swigs... It's interesting how fast my worthlessness to you can never be recalled.
The Takedown
I look back and remember how carefully I placed all these photographs in these cheap Tjmaxx frames... Three pristine prints in complete symmetry. The glass left free of hairs... stubborn dust... and fingerprint smears... Hanging in perfect unison. But now... Now I can't even look at them long enough to take them down.
Daylight
Daylight comes and casts that soft glow through my blinds... And there you are... Coming into focus like a picture developing... Perfectly silhouetted... And entirely mine.
Trace
Let your fingers fall upon my face and trace your way along my cheekbone...
Insect
I am an insect. Captivated by a flicker of light. Undoubtedly drawn in. Without a doubt. And with no remorse.
Hands
Those hands exist as delicate etchings scribed deep inside my mind... And none like yours I'm sure to ever find.
Conductor
If you controlled the train and I laid down on the tracks... Would you reach for the brakes? Or just sit back and relax?
Drowning
If I close my eyes and hold my breath,
I can imagine myself back besides you.
Within that moment I’m back
floating in your scent,
drowning in your touch,
and backstroking in your presence.
But as soon as I relax
and try to take a breath,
I’m sucked back into the present…
Once again left gasping for air.
Ritual
You have become my mind's daily ritual. My silent reminder and sobering remembrance of everything I did.
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