oh silly girl
every love feels fresh
every love feels soul ending
every love is -the- love
but here you are again
strapping into the rollercoaster
bliss stark on your cheekbones
triumphant gaze ahead
oh silly girl
every love feels fresh
every love feels soul ending
every love is -the- love
but here you are again
strapping into the rollercoaster
bliss stark on your cheekbones
triumphant gaze ahead
i thought it would last forever
this disconnect, this
this
this
separation between who i thought i was
and who i could presently be
wasn’t i happy once?
didn’t i enjoy those things?
why was i hyperventilating before something i KNEW i loved but FELT like
like
like
honestly it felt like nothing
i couldn’t feel anything
not numb, just -not- anything
no joy, no sunlight, but
but
but
one day i woke up
and i felt it
a small river flowing
a little positivity fizzing in my marrow
i breathed a little easier and
and
and
i started to step outside of my tunnel
blinded by the realization
nothing lasts forever
even the absence and the disconnect must end
it was like my emotions were behind a closed door
i knew they were there
but i was forgetting what they felt like
i banged and banged and banged on the door
i screamed
i yelled
but i could not get the door to open
i could not reconnect to myself
part of me remains
halved in shadows
it’s like everything positive has flown out of me
a quick current taking away everything that brightens me
i am a dark room inside
no light shines
joy has wilted
like a dehydrated flower
i crumple into myself
someday
will the wind blow my dust away?
07/2019:
i wish and i hope
and i want and i expect
but reality does not become
any clearer
07/2020:
it turns out that time
plus a big dose of hard work
mixed with some soul searching
provided the clarity i was lacking
my chest heaves
with what feels like emotions
but i know it is just air
expanding my chest
i wish it were your love instead
will you hold my heart first
before you hold me in your arms
or will you use physicality
instead of words to tell me how you feel
but this society doesnt let me read them
your feelings in your arms
because great passion has been taught
to mean great leaving
and how can i trust
that from these lessons
you are apart
and will not leave
and i wait
and i wait
and i wait
on someone else to bring me happiness
oh dear heart
when will you take it for yourself
life is a bouquet of flowers
don’t let the sharp prick of thorns
keep you from appreciating the beauty
smell the sweet fragrance of possibility