Monday, November 18, 2019

wounds


at my lowest.
lonesomeness absorbs me completely 
exhausted 
aimless
in healing 
a foolish heart that loved you unconditionally. 

longing is but a terrible liar 
i wish i never knew you
never entertained a thought of you
sheltered safe from the likes of you 

at my lowest. 
i clothe memories with false legacy 
i build you up into something you never were
i swallow distrust with air
losing myself to dark corners 
again.

at my lowest. 
you are the reason my heart trembles 
in fear 
in disbelief 
anxious at the possibility of 
promised happiness. 

a touch of momentary bliss
surrounded 
by a sure fate of suffering 
love is but a grieved eternity 
burdened with forgotten wounds, uncovering 
with cowardly spite 
with tearful anger
abandoned cries & cries
of
hard & settled
unforgiveness.