Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Past You

"Will it always be this hard?
When will the pain stop?"

Today

Today stopped me and asked me about you.
Today I broke down.
Today I was weaker than usual.
Today I was the last one to cross the finish line.

Do you know what it's like to be the last one to cross the finish line?

Text

The days come without fail, and with them, they bring the pain your hands promised to my heart when you left me...

Walk

I do not know how you go one day without thinking of me.
I do not know how you are able to move past this.
I do not know how you escaped free of so much pain.
I do not know how you live without this aching regret.
I do not know how you can say such words.

Could

You remembered my name.
You remembered my face.
You remembered my words.
You remembered my hands.
You remembered my hope.
You remembered my confidence.
You remembered my faith.
You remembered my body.
You remembered my dress.
You remembered my shoes.
You remembered so much about me...
...yet you forgot my worth.

Worthy

You covered me in rose petals.
You covered me in pet names.
You covered me in wet kisses.
You covered me in warm cuddles.
You covered me in high praises.
You covered me in gold.

You covered me in valuables that only this Earth can hold.  You forgot that I was not made for this place; therefore, your riches are no match for what I deserve.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Sober

Your kiss was the last drink I had.
I have been sober for seven months.


And I have felt every day of it...

Sunday, April 1, 2012

When You Will

The night is coming when you will take off your wig and lipstick.
The night is coming when you will rub away the blush and dried mascara.
The night is coming when you will rip the hem of your dress in anger.
The night is coming when you will peel off your fake nails.
The night is coming when you will speak his name for the last time.
The night is coming when you will see his face for the last time.
The night is coming when you will break your heel again.


The night is coming...

Morning Glory

And when we rise, we will soar on the wings of eagles...

That Time

It is a blur and a close memory at the same time.  
Funny, is it not?

Mic

I will not raise my hands nor cross my arms.
I will not turn away nor walk out.
I will not run nor will I hide.
I will walk forthright and not be afraid...