absence
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You are my rock
And I am Sisyphus.
We share sizes and blue eyes;
I am bound to you.
You are my rock,
with a mind of shale you prise
for the fool’s gold beneath;
I return to you.
You are my rock
And I am Sisyphus.
We share sizes and blue eyes;
I am bound to you.
You are my rock,
with a mind of shale you prise
for the fool’s gold beneath;
I return to you.
inattentive.
the color of my eyes
my beloved bed-time story
my necessities for when i slept
the way i looked up to you as if you were the answer to all of my problems.
My heart feels a pang at your arrival.
It is not so much about those poetic lines
Revealing unresolved emotions for her,
But how you make this situation so trivial
while I pass sleepless nights
what happens when you have no more words to say?
nothing you can say?
you desperately grapple for something, anything:
weather/food/school/life
so much pointless chatter
filling up the empty space
Illuminated by the
infinite sublimity
Of the seemingly
half-real form
of this man’s body
weighing her down,
She sinks beneath
His solid shadow,
I know I said I thought you were the moon
but right now you are shining
as the sun
I cannot sleep because you are there
My eyes closed you still burn through
The lids and layers of my skin crawling fears
maybe if we enjoyed the lullaby of empty
dial tones, we would fall asleep somewhere
amidst the clatter of unanswered phone calls.
there is a melancholy to be found in silence.
Time has passed,
The pain still lasts,
And I’m still hesitant to write,
Issues and pains,
They still remain,
broken and confused
shaken up and abused
you told me you loved me
see how words can be easily misused
I reply with a "REST IN PEACE" when someone brings your name up,
I mean, I might as well...
You've been dead to me for 18 years.
Or have I been dead to you?
When I was just a Child
A small thing
My mother would Yell at me
For no reason
She would Sleep
For days on end it seemed
We even had a game called Pillow
