Sometimes, I hold my own hand stroke the soft patch above my thumb joint and pretend that it is someone else. I imagine that person loves me that they care about why I am sad and while the tears fall on my jeans. I think, maybe some day, someone else will ask, "Why are you crying?" Instead of me.
All my words have left me. I can't explain or understand where they've gone or why. Now my feelings overwhelm me like a river eating away at the bank. I have no words to stop them. No words to cry out, to explain the feelings that shallow me whole.
Our house was a mess.
From the mountain of shoes in the porch
and the dirty dishes beside the sink,
to the jumbled thoughts in our heads
and the tears we cried, together and alone.
Our house was full.
And yet we continued to cram more in,
more people, more clothes, more memories,
new experiences, new struggles, new feelings.
It was bursting and brimming.
Our house was noisy.
Singing along to disney and musicals,
laughter that wouldn't stop
and crying that echoed through the walls.
Our sounds permeated through our eardrums, and the ceilings.
Our house was always breaking.
The fire alarm key and the garden sofas,
the handles that came off an
I've cried.
I've laughed.
I've taken down our pictures.
I've slept in your t-shirt.
I've had a birthday without you.
I've not gone to the Victorian Festival of Christmas.
I've cried in a club.
I've throw up in many places.
I've written more poems than I have in the last 12 months.
I've listened to sad music on repeat.
I've shaved the side of my head.
I've watched it grow back slowly.
I've dyed my hair.
I've painted my nails.
I've brought a top hat and a peace sign.
I've started christmas shopping.
I've missed you and missed and missed you.
I've cried myself to sleep.
I've talked to complete strangers.
I've read a break-up book.
I've
Lying in the half light, absent-mindedly rubbing a self-inflicted, plum coloured bruise, that's no bigger than a pound coin; thinking about my mother's knifes and running away without telling anyone anything accept, 'I'm still alive'.
Because at the moment life is a fragile concept; it's a baby bird in the road, it's a toaster sitting beside a bath, it's a razor hovering above a wrist.
Life is just breathes and beats, banging together, until one then the other, stops.
I'm sitting in the dark
with you filling my mind
its only been a day
yet i wish you were here
sitting in the dark
by my side.
we've had all weekend together
but that's only made me want you more
I don't know if its good
or if its only gunna hurt in the end
cause we haven't got, very long now
and that scares me.
I'm waiting,
I'm waiting for something to go wrong
what, I'm not sure
what, I just don't know
but I'm waiting
here in the dark
because I've never had it last, this long, before.
she dances alone
all on her own
to a tune nobody hears
you can see it in her eyes
she's crying on the inside
as her feet slip on the floor
beautiful, graceful
but no one will ever know
for she's not really here
he's steady as a rock
and cold as a stone
cause she's already left, she's already gone
neither sees very clear
cause it's plain they're both here
forever dancing in circles
each around the other
if only they knew
then they'd never be alone, never be afraid
for they're dancing together, always
Its all becoming a bit real
in less than a year
we won't be here
we're leaving all we know
leaving each other
and the world we call home
Running free in the undiscovered
growing up and growing old
finding all the answers we don't have
but will we stay the same
but will we stay together
I just don't know
I just don't know, if we'll be okay
if we'll keep up.. this.. love
Disappearing into the folds of life
into the world of our unknown
far apart and far away
will you remember me
will I stay in your mind
or just be
a happy memory
I don't like these thoughts
they bring tears and tear at my heart
cause you won't be a call a