your eyes are lifeless but burn probing questions, searing the memory of pain deep within this soulless vessel. and I can only wonder which is easier; to hurt or to keep breathing? because from the moment your smile said everything you wouldn't, I emptied my being to make room for yours. I choked on every word you fed me like I was a baby bird, and you were the only way I could feel full again. I left your initials in scars across my skin, hoping you would fade away as they did. but scars don't fade. they remain etched upon my skin, a secret reminder that I screwed up. a tattoo in verses of the chapter I never got to end, I will be haunted. because like scars, these memories don't seem to fade. and bravery is something you have taken from me and sealed up inside of plenty of thoughts you have decided to burn.
here are the things I will never get back:
1. the very essence of being, a light to find the reason you certainly hid in the obscurity of my blindness
2. a home to harbour thoughts and a space to call my own because I cannot empty the weight of these contents into an empty nest.
3. me.
- dina xx
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