Reach out, blindly fearing
hoping to brush the warmth of your fingers,
your hand.
It is not to be.
Only to be met with
emptiness, vast nothingness.
Choking on breath, words stick
like rocks in my throat.
No choice left, tears slip
beneath salt-crusted lashes
to mix with the sea.
The abyss yawns below,
lit only by those deep dwellers.
Welcoming me back.
I sink further into my Ocean,
into the fathomless dark.
Wicked teeth, needle sharp bared
to me in a rictus grin
as i drift ever deeper.
So hard, so hard . . .
How much more
do you plan to throw?
Hit me with?
Much more and i shall
crumble and break.
Battered and sore, let
me just have peace.
A moment to simply Breathe.
Sitting across from you
armed with my pen and my coffee
blindly staring through the window.
My silent gaze traces imperfections in the flawed pane,
searching for inspiration once more.
You haven't been such for a long time.
My words are finally free of you aren't they?
You think i hate you,
you're wrong.
You feel i don't love you
and this time you are right.
There is nothing i think of you
nothing i feel.
Why am i always the heartbroken one?
Always giving, always suffering
always in pain.
When will my tears end?
Surely someday my Sea
will run dry.
I don't know how much longer
i can go on like this,
outside your oblivious bubble.
I understand already,
so i guess
i don't need to be let in . . .
But it would let me know
it's not all a futile wish.
That i'm not broken for naught.
That i'm not Unrequited.
Soft silver glow
shrouded by clouds
half glimpsed shadows.
Warm gaze hidden
by a silken curtain.
Hungry touch whispers
skin against skin.
Love me, Love
or Hate me
please Take me.
One Last Time.
The sad songs, the dark ones, the killing ones.
The songs that tear your heartstrings out by the roots to throw them pumping and bleeding to the piranha.
These, these are my favorite, the ones i could listen to all day long.
They keep me company when i'm alone in the dark. Ease my pain, when the tears are so thick they're blinding, and the throat so tight i cannot breathe, much less scream.
They make me bleed when i am frozen and numb. Make me feel the hurt, remind me that i yet live in this unforgiving place.
They keep me sane when i am otherwise. Hold me grounded when i would float away to nothingness on cloud nine.
So.....
The sad s
Two ships passing on the sea, river, ocean.
The life waters that connect us. The blood in me, is the blood in you.
My eyes slide over, our gazes, like our words
touch, never quite meeting. Spaces between visits grow.
The long silences, awkward and chafing, the only acknowledgement
of what lies between us.
The past, the present? The future,
the lives that might have been shared. The echoes of
it all resound in the gaps left between our words.
All unsaid, hidden safe and raw behind
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