Skip to main content

 at my lowest, my most vulnerable, when i needed you the most

you chose to leave

you chose alone

you made that decision

before you came

your hands couldnt hold mine

your words hurt 

- you will need help for that depression again you said...

stings, so many

a cigarette couldnt be shared

you were long gone

no it wasnt a conversation

it was news to be relayed

maybe it was needed to be done

but it could have been done better

package it outside of a streetside coffee shop maybe

somewhere a tear could be shed

where a hug could have smoothened the edges

i couldnt have felt stranger

or more alive than a dried frail branch

that you stepped on and left behind cracked on that dusty road 

and only today I know why and how i feel.

its taken me this long to know i was in pain.

3/01/24


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

images - dead ones

a series of images I see when I close my eyes - writing them down for the first time This one's the protesting dead ones. " It's a high metal gate that is shut. there is a guard on the inside of it and an angry mob on the outside. The mob is made of dead people. they have no eyes and their flesh - white, almost non-existent. They are dressed in white dhotis and banians and have turbans wrapped around their heads. A few of them carry things in their hands, could be sticks. They are screaming, they want to get through to the other side of the gate."

monster

Another one was slain today It was a powerful blow strength that comes out with furious thoughts massacring all in its way there's no mercy, no pity, no empathy nothing matters but that one thought that swings the blow You breathe, it's over and then a realisation that you are lesser human now

Us

I'm yearning and I'm craving I don't know if this is what they call it I do know that a piece of me refuses to be my own It floats, towards you Pulling me along I see myself whispering into the air speaking to the unknown For a few moments with you Wishing they would be strung together forever The suns and the moons The greys and the wrinkles The passions and the laughs They want to be with you I've been heard before I could be heard again...