Too many unanswered questions,
The unfinished book,
The half said sentence,
The unwritten rules,
The ones you never quite explained,
The muted words,
The silence you ushered in to drown out my voice,
The cold crept in and numbed my fingers,
I could no longer feel you,
I called out only to hear my own voice call back at me,
I pushed myself aside to make me you,
The door left ajar,
The light always left on,
And supposedly I am the one that turned you away.
I opened the door to let you in,
You settled yourself in my favourite chair,
Drank from the same coffee cup as mine
Carefully placing your lips where mine had just taken their last sip,
You gently run your finger across the spine of my favourite book,
The one with the scribbled notes and folded corners,
Filling the spaces between the lines
You rearranged my furniture,
Carefully aligning it to suit us both
“It’s always been you,”
And that’s when you left –
And now I don’t quite know how to put myself together again.
The sun steals its way through the cracks,
Passes your fingers,
Where, for a moment it lingers,
Before nestling comfortably between hers,
“Soon,” you whisper closing the door behind you,
She stirs, rubbing her eyes,
She awakens to a cold, crisp morning –
“‘Soon‘ is nothing but a distant memory of you,” she whispers back to the sun.
My soul stripped bare,
Your utterances are nothing but –
Empty promises that pierce old wounds,
My tongue twists around your name,
It cuts along the jagged edges,
So you drive the dagger deeper –
Tightening the noose around my neck.
Broken souls pick themselves up,
Stitching the frayed ends
To cushion the heart
I must have been careless the last time
Possibly left a loose thread,
The one you pulled –
To leave me in a heaped up pile around your feet
I feel broken beyond repair,
My heart slowly charred over time,
As if burnt on hot coal.
Crippled by your own fear,
You sabotage love for an apparition,
In the hope that a mirage will fill your void.
I string words together in pretty sentences
To help me heal
But this time words don’t come so easily
You took them from me
The bruise aches a little too much
Silencing me
The pain soars through me
Making me tongue tied
Numbing my fingers –
They just can’t write like they once did
Wrap me with the veil you cast above the world,
I long to feel those stars prick my skin instead,
And the silver light with which you greet celestial bodies,
Let that scar me instead.
The shooting star that darts across the sky,
I long for it to burn inside me instead,
And the rain that falls when the night is black,
Let it gently trickle down my spine instead.
The wind that howls on a cold winters eve,
I long for it to embrace me instead,
And the stillness of night without the moon,
Let me become that instead.
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