You told me I never loved you
Simply because I went away
That couldn’t possibly be more untrue
I know I loved you
Because for far too long, I stayed
…..Just the beginning of a new piece. I missed you tonight for the first time in many months. I’m not sure why….human nature….I suppose. I think a broken bond with anyone leaves us all a little empty and broken. I pushed every emotion so far away as not to give back in…. it was bound to hit me eventually. I’ll still never go back. Only forward without you….
….I haven’t the heart to finish this tonight.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Old Hat
The looking glass exhibits apparitions in her eyes
Distant portraits of those that haunt her heart
Permanently painted inside of her mind
Forced out by reflection in seclusion
Reminiscent notions leave her hollow
And searching through the conclusions
Looking for failure’s explanation
Which, she fears she’ll never find
The memories are for keeps
They remain close to her soul and are bittersweet
With a smile on her face and her head hung low, she weeps
Tears for every ache; the should have, the could have and did
For every broken heart not her own and the ones that hid
She is sentimental and delicate, yet cynical and calloused
The fortress in which she hides is desolate, but safe
Locked away, restrained by her own devices
The loneliness causes a panic in her chest
She tries to rest, but is heavy hearted
Brooding over lovers current and departed
So desperate to be more than just adored
To find everything she’s been looking for
She sees through rose colored glasses
When one stands out from the masses
And there is always just that one
Who will pull the thread and watch her come undone
It’s like a gunshot to the head when the seams tear
In that moment, she lies lifeless and bare
Every time, her strength breathes life into her lungs
She gets up and undoes the undone
She wears the exit wound scars like armor
But often she is too quick to lay down her weapon
Her involvement with anyone…anymore…is bipolar
And she is anything but complacent…now and likely…forevermore
Distant portraits of those that haunt her heart
Permanently painted inside of her mind
Forced out by reflection in seclusion
Reminiscent notions leave her hollow
And searching through the conclusions
Looking for failure’s explanation
Which, she fears she’ll never find
The memories are for keeps
They remain close to her soul and are bittersweet
With a smile on her face and her head hung low, she weeps
Tears for every ache; the should have, the could have and did
For every broken heart not her own and the ones that hid
She is sentimental and delicate, yet cynical and calloused
The fortress in which she hides is desolate, but safe
Locked away, restrained by her own devices
The loneliness causes a panic in her chest
She tries to rest, but is heavy hearted
Brooding over lovers current and departed
So desperate to be more than just adored
To find everything she’s been looking for
She sees through rose colored glasses
When one stands out from the masses
And there is always just that one
Who will pull the thread and watch her come undone
It’s like a gunshot to the head when the seams tear
In that moment, she lies lifeless and bare
Every time, her strength breathes life into her lungs
She gets up and undoes the undone
She wears the exit wound scars like armor
But often she is too quick to lay down her weapon
Her involvement with anyone…anymore…is bipolar
And she is anything but complacent…now and likely…forevermore
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