You were there...
Although, quiet as a note...
Not Even Five
Not even five and we must part...
When you are this sick
time collapses on itself...
You left me that Autumn,
curled upon that bare patch of grass...
I feel my world slipping from my fingers,
Inch by inch and mile by mile...
Fixated thoughts dilute with time
as patience strengthens...
Where do you want me to go,
because my steps you criticize...
Trying to quietly listen to you
as you tell me what you've been thinking...
Walking down the street
I'm nobody special to meet...
Whenever I see you, I hide my face,
So scared, so terrified...
Wounded from the past; now scared of letting go
A broken heart and ash burnt pictures, still won't...
I look in the mirror
And all I see...