January 2010
13 posts
My senses are almost paralyzed
I’m hoping this is temporary
I’m going down and I’m losing it
And you won’t even try to save me
Just keep running and don’t stop hiding
Forget that I ever existed
Find something new and something better
I’ll be bitter but you’ll be just fine
When will all of these memories fade?
Where is my focus, my clarity? ...
Hate me or help me or hurt me or heal me.
I’m half alive
Life is moving too fast
Have you truly moved on so quickly?
I sit and wait
As my breaking heart aches
For the truth or a light in this dark mess.
Scilence my suspicions
And calm all my fears
Or take my heart and tear it in two
Tell me you love me or tell me were through
I dont care what you do just choose.
Hate me or...
It festers like a sore attached to her heart
This overwhelming feeling that it will never be the same
Sympathy and tenderness are all she ever longed for
Her eyes become glassy as she attempts to explain
Finding replacements resulted in loss;
She sees her ignorance and her naievete
But waiting for an answer clouded her thoughts
Her vision was blurred, she couldn’t see clearly
...
“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.”
– Virginia Woolf (via bitchville)
uncertainty
Tainted glass, foggy window, so opaque were the words you told me
Rustic goblet, aged wine, I drank your down all of your baffling songs
This unresolved discussion clouded my heart, my mind, my vision
And made me wonder how to solve the impenetrable mystery
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Were we Friends? Lovers? Enemies? The mirror of doubt was so unclear
I looked into the hazy reflection and saw a nostalgic scene
...
