There’s this funny thing that happens when you love someone
You love them so much for so long
And things get familiar
Fights seem familiar
The reactions get familiar
The hate while loving gets all too familiar
And sometimes you wonder why you are still there
Sometimes a handsome boy catches your eye and you think, for a second,
What if I was single
But then you flash to him
He who knows more about you than anyone has known before
He who put up with the drama, the screaming, the tears
It was HE and YOU who made it through it all
How just thinking of him now, makes your heart drop in your throat
Knowing that you have become a completely d
A beckoning:
watercolour sky shrinking,
too late, teeth fall; pearls
from a broken string.
Blink and the moon ignites—
but the sheets are still
envelope-stiff.
Today, I am Drowning by betwixtthepages, literature
Literature
Today, I am Drowning
Some days,
the past
weighs nothing--
snowflakes
floating
in a tiny glass globe
waiting
to be carried away
on the wind.
Other days,
the past
breathes with the sea--
kelp
tangling about my ankles
beneath
turbulent waves.
The day began as all days do: with sun
So lightly, sweetly gilded as to shun
The melancholy dark. But all days end
In twilit smoke that, lonely, finds a friend
In forlorn ghosts of shadows. Burnt-out time
When butts are ash and Ive drunk too much wine
Finds me at the gloomiest of places,
Where the murk is dank with strangers faces.
In from streets where shadows darkly muster
(The hour grows late, or early) the luster
Of lamplight falls like dust upon the floor.
Then, silhouetted in the open door
Are sober eyes Ive never seen before
A shade of ashen grey and thoughts that stare
From empty c