Is she still talking?
My mind has wandered and I'm thinking of
better things. What is this? This slow, silent, pathetic torture. My eyes shoot
heavenward, and I know I won't survive. My heart
has been
yanked
from my chest and I'm being buried alive.
Buried under her meaningless words. Her strange, foreign language that I know
I should be able to recognize, but it's impossible.
Suddenly, through the haze, and hand reaches out and pulls me back into the gray realms of
reality. I'm back and I still can't understand what she's
saying.
It's strange to find comfort in the unknown.
In all things different. But that's where I've
found it. Amid the throngs of people, only
a few I know, I'm comforted in that I feel in
control. And yet, anything could happen. Alien
surroundings, unfamilliar faces, but I love them all.
Everything speaks to me and brings that harsh
kind of solace; so now I understand.
Inside there's more
Lava, blood, and heat
Flowing just below the surface
Quietly waiting to explode
She makes them think it's not there
Fooling them all she loved when she hates and
Hates when she loves
It all is so futile in the end, when
It comes together
Steel heart, steel eyes, no feeling
In those same eyes she feels everything
Longing to find meaning in the words.
The way my heart is breaking,
I'm trying to find meaning in anything.
I'm not exactly sure where you are or where
you went.
So I read the words over and over; not
necessarily the same ones, but you know.
And I try desperately to find similarities
between their world and mine just to have something
to think and cry about. Oh how I'd love to cry.
But I can't. I never do. So I just read the words
and find my own meaning to them, just as my
heart breaks all over again.
You strung the stars together for me, when I didn't even expect it.
You claimed I did the same for you. But where are the stars now?
I remember that night when I looked up and saw them in your eyes.
I knew then that even when you left you'd remember me: you'd love me
until those stars fell. I didn't think they'd fall so soon. The funny thing is, when I think about your eyes, the stars
are faded. After it ended for you, it was still going for me. But now that I see you get whatever you want anyway, I'm
finding it easier. Much easier.
I thank you now for those stars, even when you took them away from me.
Although they were ripped from the very
depths of my soul, leaving me bare and cold, I thank you. New experiences, good memories, and warm feelings is what
you've given me. So I suppose I cannot ocmplain. But what do you leave me to do? Thank you, I suppose.
The ghosts of a whispered
yesterday
still so strong in my mind.
A summer love, a make-
believe rivalry, an
understanding.
We're all on common
ground here,
but it feels so far from
yesterday.
I haven't heard from you. At all.
Hm, I don't really care too much.
Can you tell me if I wear my
heart on my sleeve? I'm just
not sure, but...you wouldn't know,
would you? I am dried up
when I think how pointless
promises can turn out to be.