You are not me, so you don’t understand.
How could you?
Your a bystander
Well, perhaps you used to be more than that.
Maybe, when the moon was full and the air was blowing in the right direction,
When the little dipper looked bigger than usual,
We could’ve been lovers.
Maybe at night, in my dreams, this could’ve been perfect.
But the moon isn’t full, and I’m not asleep, and my heart isn’t in my chest.
It’s shattered in five thousand pieces on the floor of my room.
Right now, I can’t help but to feel as if I failed, again.
Does anybody feel like this?
I put myself out there. I tried to give away my heart. I tried to open up and be free and to love.
And it gets handed back to me crumpled up and used.
As if I have no feelings. No worries, no fears.
As if it doesn’t matter.
Which It probably never did.
Used, hurt, lied to.
Jesus Christ. This fucking sucks.
What did I do? What do I do?
I love the advice, help, & compliments from loved ones.
And I’m also smart enough to know that soon, this won’t hurt, soon it won’t matter to me.
But that doesn’t make it feel any better right now.
Xxxs
In this moment my heart is so broken it feels empty.
I’ve finally gotten to the point where I can no longer feel emotions.
I am broken
I am numb
My mind has decided to block it all out.
I wonder, when will I feel the pain of letting you go.
Thing I am thankful for—-
My family
My animals
My amazing, talented friends
My amazing love HF
Sappho, “Blame Aphrodite”
It’s no use
Mother dear, I
can’t finish my
weaving
You may
blame Aphrodite
soft as she is
she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy
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There is a wave of emotion coming in,
Loneliness
I can see it, off in the distance
Feel it on the ocean floor.
I wonder if it will hit me hard
Pull me out to sea
Or will I be able to ride it out
Only letting it wash over me
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Once more,
Like an encore
My heart just beep,beep,beeps
Flat line
Out of time
Too little, too late
Empty hands
Loaded mind
A heart full of hate
These feelings that I wish were gone
Flooded at the gate
Yes, once more,
Like an encore
My body tightens up
I feel the frost come over me
The sun doesn’t seem to melt
Sleeping beauty, locked away
Prince charming
Too little, too late
Your sitting at a table full of good people, in a good place. Full of people, music and the noise of the talking. Your body lets them know that your there, but your eyes betray you.
Your mind is far away, in a place full of hurt and memories that had just been made.
You wonder, is he thinking of me? Does he miss me? Does he wish he was sitting next to me with my hand in his lap? Does he wish he could rewind the clock?
Does he hurt like me?
But you know the answer already.
Wishful thinking. Hopeless feelings.
Your mind makes it’s way back to the present and you blink back your tears.
Your here, with good people. People who love you. That should be enough, right?
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Let’s just call it how it is,
Shall we?
No matter which way I bend it, pull it, twist it, shake it
The fact remains that I was fooling myself
You as well, yourself, not I.
How could I have possibly tricked my mind into thinking I could love you?
Oh, yes, over a cigarette and my morning coffee,
I vaguely recall the feel of your skin,
The brush of your lips,
The Tremble of hip against hip.
Your words promising things far away in a future now erased,
Hard, isn’t it?
When it’s two against all
And every one you know is pushing your back to the wall.
No no, they told me, run away, now.
Leave me be!
I shout, lost in love’s cloud.
Like a smoke filled lounge with too many people,
I blindly let my heart lead my head.
And now that it’s dead,
I must say, I’m not surprised,
Not upset, not angry, my eyes are dry.
For my mind knew the whole time,
That my chest was playing tricks
And the emptiness in my palm,
Where your hand used to rest
Does not miss you at all,
In fact, they tell me it’s for the best.
-Carley Marissa
