Thursday, January 10, 2013

The Secret (circa 2008)

Empty space
Blank page
Not a doubt in my mind that
I still have feelings for you
My lies camoflouge my truths
And I speak them to you
Hoping that you'd follow
Untangle my knots
And straighten lines
Yet you're too blind to see
And I'm too stubborn to take that risk of vulnerability
Something about not knowing if mutuality exists
Puts my heart into remission
And I fill that space in which I've held you close for so long...
With errands to run
Books to read...
And an endless cycle of distancing my feelings from my thought process
Until I cannot feel at all
That is...
Until your voice resounds
I see your smile
Feel the warmth of your skin...
Blood begins to flow...

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