westrose557

This year You swear It’s the last Time (this time) You said it wouldn’t Happen Again (again and again) You lied So many times I’ve tried to Tell you It’s Over (over and over) You say Sorry (not sorry)

I’m sorry that I couldn’t help you. I tried. To you, maybe it seems for only a minute, but when the minutes are stretching like hours, and the hours like days, and the days feel like not just months, but years, It feels like the span of a sunrise to sunset ages you. I wanted To be that person who could guide you. But I got lost in the wake of my own trepidations, and almost let them swallow up what’s left of me. (What is left of me?) I’m still barely keeping myself afloat. I’m a train wreck, crashing and burning in these clichés. I’m losing my touch, So trust me, you’re better off out of my

I feel like time is not passing So I sit here and watch the clock tick slower It's like I'm moving but I can't move on How much farther away yesterday becomes Yet tomorrow's unknowns are much too close And I can't run from them I'll try to stall by standing still But I know I'll just be looking over my shoulder Waiting for the past to catch up with me Trapped at the end of the road Looking for a sign that isn't there Trying to find direction when the streets have no names

"Yes," I said, "it was him." And then I shattered again and let out a shuddering cry so painful it sounded like a death rattle. I might as well be dead. Everything that I thought I knew was true has been a terrible, terrible lie. "I'm such a fool," I went on, shaking my head, my sight now as blinded by tears as my head had been by love and trust. I let things slide, things I should have questioned. I'm angry with myself too and want to tell myself that I should have tried harder to see the truth. But why should I have to blame myself for another's deception? Because of blind faith. That's what they call it. It's too bad that sometimes you p

All the lies I've given truth Imbuing them with shallow breath, Until they're carefully writ. Each new mendacity born, Furrows across my face. I prefer them there, For I'd rather spare Pen and paper for truer means: To be listlessly inscribed And stained with my More honest thoughts.

Any of the points at which I should have told you That I loved you Had passed. I felt your heart, Watched your face, Sinking Like Quick Sand In an hour glass. I could feel you slipping away, Sifting through my fingers, Like my silence was a little death, And you were turned As cold and dry as Ash. It chipped away at you, Piece by piece. You became broken. Your stony exterior crumbling, Brick by brick. You took yourself apart, But before long, You had built a wall. I realized Only then, When I could not get back in, You would never Let ME In. It was too late. Because in order for me to Tear down those walls, I'd have to hurt you, Hu

I lie awake In the soft Morning glow Of sunrise, I cup My breasts. I feel Empty. They feel empty. My milk, My life source, Draining away, Eating itself Slowly. As I knead Tenderly, Massaging Delicate, Sore Tissue, I need A tissue. They don't tell you This. Tell you How hard It's going to be. I'm so, Emotional. My soul, My body, Wracked with Withdrawal. It's hormonal, No big deal. Nothing serious, They say. The first night, That I realized Exactly what Was happening, That she, My daughter, Was simply, Done with it, I cried, Sobbed really, Soaking my pillow As my husband So lovingly, So understanding, So sweet, Gently took me In his arms.

Missed you on the train again Should I ride it out this time alone Hold on to the rails Legs spread across the tracks But now you're not coming back Whispers that sound like the railcars Screeching past I've got a one way ticket Blurring the lines I can't find my stop Maybe I'll just never get off Baby, I'll be your passenger

She was dark, brooding. Face covered with her hood, she kept her head down, making sure she looked at no one as she trudged sullenly through the market. Eye contact meant connection, a luxury she wouldn't allow herself. Not again. I'm just passing through, she thought. No need to make friends. Not that she'd had many in her life before anyways. No bonds she'd made had ever lasted. No one who'd stuck around. Nobody cared enough for that. Not worth the effort, for some outcast little half-elf who never quite belonged here nor there. It seemed cruel really, she never knew her human father, he'd seduced and used her mother and then moved on to t

   Smelling of coconut tanning oil and the lemon sun-in she'd sprayed in her hair, she planned for sun kisses and hoped for first kisses. It was the perfect summer day for her first kiss, she thought idly. With a dreamy stare on her face, she pulled one swimsuit strap over each shoulder before reaching both arms around her back to fasten the plastic hook into the fabric loop. It was her favorite swim suit, the first one she'd ever selected for herself, it even had padding, she wanted to accentuate her barely existent and only newly blossomed chest. But the color was her favorite, stripes, sky blue fading into softer baby blue and white. She l