The void your voice has left me echoes in every moment of my day Like a slow thud it hits the back of my mind I push it aside Stop... focus... breathe Each exhale creates a small shudder No. It has no space here The void my weakness has left me allows all these thoughts … Continue reading Silence
Author: foxglove47
Love’s Words
Love Has sharp words that cut like razor blades that effectively fillet my skin Love Says that the only way to sever our bond is with a sword of hate Love Says that his kindness towards me was fueled only by pity Love Thrashes about violently with such fierce rage he shakes the earth Love … Continue reading Love’s Words
Growing pains
Wait What are we to do with the silence that comes after a swift change? Do we meddle in the process trying to rewrite what has been written? Do we find a way to craft the change into something more palatable? Or do we wait for the lesson to emerge? You see, through the spurring … Continue reading Growing pains
Oh, Love
Hello. How can one word carry so much weight? The unknown of the implication that might be lurking behind this salutation I am caught somewhere between butterflies and a rock in my stomach But curiosity wins, and I find that despite all the thoughts rushing through my head I return the greeting It comes out … Continue reading Oh, Love
The Story
Redefining who you are in the absence of another is much like cleaning out an attic. You find boxes filled with memories that cause you to stop, reminiscence and then put them away. All the while as I sift through the items I find that I am searching for deeper meaning in everything. I guess … Continue reading The Story
Tin Can Heart
Have you seen my heart? Its dragging across the pavement in a capricious manner. As it is dragged it endures many scrapes and bruises yet still beats all the same. I can do nothing but wait for the rope to fray so that it can stop aching. Piece by piece I see parts of me … Continue reading Tin Can Heart
Erratic
I sever these ties and watch them fall to the floor Strand by strand the bond grows weaker Desperately my soul clings to what was before And I grow bitter, sadder, and meaner My heart cries and my mind yells no Yet still here I sit cutting Bit by bit letting parts of you … Continue reading Erratic
Maybe
Maybe you are meant to fights wars And I am meant to raise warriors The irony of two loving each other so much that you can see each other’s paths better than your own means you love them enough to let them go despite how much it hurts your heart But what I see now … Continue reading Maybe
Full Moon Repeat
As the moonlight seeps past the leaves and onto my porch, I feel you. I sit back and strike a match. The echoes of your laughter wrap up into the air around me and dissipate along with the smoke into the cool night breeze that still holds a tinge of winter. Solitude brings about the … Continue reading Full Moon Repeat
Decay
Distant sounds of laughter echo down the hallway and fall like rain on the window of my darkened heart Fading memories of joyous moments once shared now become shadows that dance upon my skin I allow this shroud of sorrow to wash over me and encompass me tightly These moments of blackened existence … Continue reading Decay
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