The love that wasn’t there...
Broken china cups of a little girls lost dream
Tracing hearts into the foggy glass and watching them slowly disappear
Longing for a word, a touch, a look, a smile, that doesn’t ever come
Sitting alone wondering if your thoughts are of me
Pondering the loss- if it’s your loss, too
How do I breathe without your love to fill my lungs
I know I’ll be ok- but I don’t want to succeed without you there
A desert resides inside me
This vast almost lifeless place because you’re gone
Someday rains will come and renew the life- but until then, dust.
Shrapnel I intake in some of my breaths
The jagged edges you’ve left behind get caught with each inhale
Fucking fighting to exist when my world wants to die
You lit my fire when my fuse had died out
You filled my feathers with air and watched as I flew
Lighting struck and singed my wings and I plummeted down watching as your wreckage became mine
Looking into a windowless soul of your eyes
Wondering what other deceit must there be
I’m a bird in you cage and I no longer sing
Set me free from your apathy
My self worth became the dust and those flames
I have to find my own way now
The blanket of your chains has to be cut free
I have to relearn how to breathe
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