i’m pulling from the veins
where blood runs thickest
show me how to hold onto the reigns
instead of watching them trail behind me
find me
alone in myself
the pain
your stain
has left on my heart
i need to be saved
from
the thoughts within
the hate that lurks
the love that drowns
the sense of life in whelming proximity
the entire magnanimity
a word, a bird
of hope inside
it flies with lies inside my pride
Where is the love?
its there?
who cares.
not me, not i,
although i try
this story
it bores me
i wish i were free
to be
not me
but THEE.
i scrounge
i’ve found
the words evolve
from love.
Coalesce.
Don’t fuse don’t mix, please, please
don’t reminisce.
A thought can lie
as it passes you by.
The door it creaks underneath my feet
i laugh, i cry, i nearly lost it
the hunch, not lunch– it never survives
goodbye!
my likes, my dislikes, my all
till next time, the best time, when fear comes to call
if i try harder if i find i can’t barter
i never was too good at shopping.
expensive taste can hurt your face
but nobody likes a sore loser.
Aha, she gets it–her pillow confessed it
I’ll hold on until it can die.
That’s really cool, Molly. It wraps you up in each word. It leaves you wondering whether or not “Aha, she gets it” refers to you or not. Very beautiful.
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