Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Yet Another
It’s impossible to say what’s next
Currently, to take one breath
And another
And another
To remind my aching heart to continue to beat
While my mind screams for release
And I lay
Shaking
Cold
Empty on the floor
To he, a game
To me, my life
And I was a casualty
Nothing more, I suppose.
His friends who mocked me
For my silly photos
Silly videos
Silly girl
Yet, I thought that’s what he loved
My passion
My childlike innocence
My laughter
My naivety
My zest for life
My hunger for adventure and experience
Me.
But he loved nothing
I suppose
But his own selfish desires
Not knowing with every breath he drew
I was counting on him
To be the man I knew he could be
To be different
To be the one who finally saw me and loved me for who I am
Who caressed these fermenting thoughts
Trapped in rotting flesh
Who would nurture back to life
The sweet, careless girl
Reckless, in love He was my breath My light And I managed to lose myself in him The permeable membrane All to eager to give it all And now I am left with nothing He, not knowing Me, not seeing That no one can love me But myself.
But he loved nothing
I suppose
But his own selfish desires
Not knowing with every breath he drew
I was counting on him
To be the man I knew he could be
To be different
To be the one who finally saw me and loved me for who I am
Who caressed these fermenting thoughts
Trapped in rotting flesh
Who would nurture back to life
The sweet, careless girl
Reckless, in love He was my breath My light And I managed to lose myself in him The permeable membrane All to eager to give it all And now I am left with nothing He, not knowing Me, not seeing That no one can love me But myself.
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