I stand in front of the mirror glaring at what I see. Clouded besmirched demons all giggling at me. Tearing my soul my heart my dreams. Shredding with ruthless disregard no matter how I plead. I lay myself bare only to be turned away. I lay myself open my veins sobbing. Turn blind eyes unable to see impotent to pierce…
It wasn’t my own strong arm that gave me the victory,
It was your right hand and a strong arm that gave me the victory.
And the blinding light from your face that helped me for you loved me.
But I couldn’t see that.
I have watched the light grow dim in your eyes as the energy fades away. Never knew that pale pink skin touched by loving hands can take on such a gray pallor. Your body is failing there is nothing I can do other than sit your hand in mine sleep more so than awake which is good for you cannot…
I am ever silent before you; I promise I won’t say a word,
But please stop striking me!
I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.
Blinded. I lost myself my truth allowing you to encompass swallow me whole until the end chewed up spit out bewildered at the sudden death. I forgot who I was. Thought I had been yearning for you truth is though I yearn for what was perceived…. I loved you once. I thought you were my final stopping place. I thought…
I sit and watch
Blurred lines everywhere
As the rain pours down and cascades through my bruised skin
Love isn’t meant to hurt
Wished our heartbeats to be one again
High above stars paint the sky dead pricks of light incapable of producing wish fulfillment no matter how much one hopes. Fingers crossed toes too luck must come to me….. I never broke a mirror. I never walked beneath a ladder. I found a four leaf clover. Magic….. right? I loath to give up to admit to defeat that reality…
Resigned staring into the mirror no longer noticing greasy hair dead eyes pallor a wraith alive in a nightmare. Too many to count pain bone deep her body never seems to stop aching cringing bleeding. Oh god how much longer must I go on? Tears leaking falling salt to the wounds upon her face. All know her stories are bullshit.…
Surreal traipsing through alleyways on the search unsure what I hunt for only knowing it must be here. Stalking I wander lost unable to get ahead yet never falling behind. Elusive slipping like a shadow before there goes my love on the run again. So abused this heart of mine choosing to shelter in the pain choosing damage over health…
This world is anticipating my toll on survival, Fidgeting through new ways to punish me. Why, just ’cause I beg to differ? Just ’cause I was born a different mind? I don’t know. And I’m sorry; sorry that I thought I could change something, anything that is gulping this world down its sore, prickly throat. To make a difference, which…