Shake the crumbs of doubt off the linen and onto the floor.
Then sweep it up with the shards of regret dutifully out of the door.
Pat your pillows, to dust off all the salted tears.
Then wipe the mirror so you may properly see and face your fears.
Drown the tiles in the ocean of your heartbreak and hurt.
With this may the valves of your heart be clean from all the dirt. Continue reading “Clean slate”
When you are weary and you need your soul to rest.
When your breath no longer feels at home and has to fight past your rib cage to be free.
My lover suffered,
for no matter how much love he poured down my throat
i was always thirsty
“Who’s that girl?”
does she want you too?
“Where are you?”
Jealous of a past
that I would never share.
Some days you do not notice me.
I wift through your life, like an autumn leaf in the wind.
Other times your seek me out. Before I speak your mouth is on mine drowning me out. I gladly sink
– in your sometimes love
There’s no emptiness I know that’s quite like unfulfillment
It leaves your stomach hungry and your chest empty
Your soul a wonderer that doesn’t rest.
So you eat a little more
You smile a little harder and you drink like your father.
Picture: Woman thinking – Etude by fredericforest
I tell you I love you
Not because I want to hear it back
But because I want you to know.