Take me back to the night we met

Just trying to make sense of it all,

And find peace with it.

Indifference is bliss,

But my mind wanders sometimes…

And wonders…

But it’s all good,

Because seeing is believing

And I’m not seeing it anymore

Or you.

Life is all about that balance,

And I’ll keep getting there slowly.

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Two more exits to my apartment

You shouldn’t break yourself to try and save someone,

Especially when they could care less about how you came undone.

Trying to save you I lost me

Pushing and pulling I tried to stay

Kicking and screaming you pushed me away.

But, it doesn’t hurt anymore

I don’t wonder anymore

I think too much, it’s always been a character flaw.

But I don’t think much about you anymore, not even a little bit, Not even at all.

Except when I do,

But all I can do is sadly shake my head and frown

At Just another let down

We found each other in the dark

But, at least we saved each other from ourselves,Before we destroyed each other.I still maintain, that we didn’t know better.We were just kids, trying to grasp on to love somehow, even when we couldn’t love ourselves.Even when we still can’t love ourselves.

She can’t sleep,

can’t watch tv,

can’t eat.

She’s scared

of the day,

of the night,

of what’s to come.

She can’t sleep,

can’t write,

can’t read.

She’s numb

too scared to try,

too scared to succeed.

She stares into the distance,

at the ceiling,

at her feet,

but never returns the glance of a strangers eyes should they meet.

She’s awkward

physically,

socially,

A mere drift in the right direction,

would that be too much to ask?

She looks down at her feet, and continues her path.

 

 

Poem #20

This is one of the poems that I wrote as part of the 30 poems in 30 days challenge.

Keep it simple

Hand in hand

I will be yours if you be mine

Divine

A strand in time

A journey that we both are part of.

The waves lapping in the sea.

I think that you are a large piece of me.

You see, I was broken for a long time then you Came to be a part of my mind and in that instant life changed.

My life changed.

Not sure how our paths crossed 

Or if this is meant to be or even if  you know how much you mean to me.

How much this means to me.

The storm rages, but your heart is my light house.  You shine my way home.

A glance at our Hero

Blanketed in the corner at the back of the closet lies my best intention.

A mere thought, a mere grasp of something great and then lost.

Shoved in the corner, next to a forgotten hobby or two, that’s where I left my last chance with you.

Scattered newspapers lie abandoned with headlines past, a time we thought would always last.  

It sets in like dust on a shelf, a book left untouched the ending a bust.  

But the quiet consumes the thoughts of the mind.  Only time will tell if our hero prevails.