Theres a disturbed feeling in the air tonight. A tense aftershock of the day that proceeded it. A cool, crisp wind meeting the sound of nature. Then there is me. Alone. Alone and missing you.
Tears fell as she said her last good-bye to her dog. Fourteen years together... and it was time to continue the journey without him.
Lonely as an only child I'd stare at the eight year old reflection in my Barbie handheld mirror. Golden firey hair and pink blushed cheeks. Atomically thinking not, "what I will look like in ten years time?", but, "who will I be? Where will I be?" And most importantly, "who will be with me?"... Mum and Dad were strangers who came and gave me gifts on birthdays and Christmas. Nana loved me and looked after me. All I knew was her love was limited to life in childhood. I sensed a ticking clock on my comfort zone. Low and behold eighteen years old, exactly ten years later, I was out on my own, out in the cold. No apron strings too hold. My life was about to unfold more so unravel.. I ...
Ayúdame a entender que me falta, porque no soy suficiente para ti. Porque tantos detalles, porque te preocupas por mi si no me amas. Me confundes porque me dices que no somos nada, que nunca va poder ser. Pero cuando convivimos juntos como si fuéramos pareja pareces ser lo contrario a lo que dices. No se que creer porque mi corazón Te Ama y se sostiene de cualquier esperanza. Y esos momentos que pasamos juntos que siento tu amor me asen pensar que al lo mejor hay algo. Pero necesito aprender a volver amarme a mi como lo hacía antes de conocerte.
Siempre nos pasa y nos enamoramos de la persona equivocada.
I was waiting for my drug from her,
Minute by minute passed;
But no reply from her...
The night passed,
And me too...!!
Everyday she tried to stich her wounds with her tears knowing he doesn't like a wounded heart, hoping he'll find it as perfect as new, but then he came, who found flaws in the stitching again, tore open all her wounds and left, leaving the wounds open to be stitched all over again, alone.
Thankfully her tears were always beside her, who held her back to start the stitching with the perfect mix of blood and tears, hoping he'll like this one, and the circle continued till there were no tears to shed and no blood to flow!!
Feeling of returning back to him scratches my wound and then the realisation that I can't be with him make it non recoverable. Why he did it to me it's been five year but still it pains that much only as it was first time when I realised his lies and my worth in his life.
8 years apart
Every year, on this day in 2 minutes and 20 seconds the glass of our bedroom bay window shatters in pieces, some fall eight-floor below on the concrete and some inside. The smell of your perfume lingers then throughout the room. For years I thought its a sign. Now that I rest my body perpendicular to the window and look below at your translucid corpse, I see past, present and future much clear now,
I was wrong, its an invite. This time I am coming home.
These winds carry me to unknown places
Surrounded by a sea of new faces
Never knowing what lies ahead of me
So lost in the dark that I cannot see
And still I will enter without regret
Without a moment to sit and reflect
Comforted while trapped in my confusion
Too confused to notice the illusion
became my home before my very eyes
Enticing me with this new state of mind
My walls erect were now only suspect
To come crashing down when I'd least expect
Granting me the facade of feeling free
Foreign to me lay truth, reality
While I was taking up residency
In what was no more than pure fantasy
~Lady Sativa 🍃
Oh the tears
they have made dents
on my pillow.
This feeling is dence
but I'll still go.
no ink in the pen
Dropped a thought
on the table
the years accumulate,
filling the space between us
we live in the margins,
avoiding shallow waters
filled with hollow words
we’re all fake smiles
and bitter reminders
and thinly veiled distaste,
the ghosts of what once was
i always thought
we’d find our way back
were made to burn
- ashley jane
Y tanto la quise, que al alejarse de mi, había olvidado quién era yo.
Un inmenso vacío.
Pain and fear are my constant companions. I don't know when it will stop.
Oh, Father, where are you? Don't leave me in the middle of this storm.
All my life people have dug their claws into my skin and tore flesh from the bone.
They left me standing there bleeding out all on my own.
So can you blame me for not looking you in the eye?
Because all I have ever wanted was to live while others wanted me to die
Are you surprised I mumble and fumble my words?
When others have taken what I have said and buried it in the dirt
It has never been my intention to be malicious or cruel
So why am I treated like scum on the sole of a shoe?
I'm just doing my best to carry this trauma on my back
Traveling with empathy and compassion, the things those others lack
I ask as I wander "what did I do to warrant such abuse?"
It's wasted breath becau...
And she finally gave up,
dropped the fake smile
as a tear ran down her cheek and she whispered to herself,
“I can’t do this anymore”
Sleep evades me because thoughts of you plagues my heart and mind.
How do I let you go,I mean truley let you go,without erasing all that we had.
But I feel to let you go,I have to let them go,all the smiles,laughs,the pranks we played,the memories we created. They all have to be let go but I don't know how or maybe I don't want to....