And the ache is
Satiated
As
Eyes meet,
As
Soft and firm hearts
Join in the revival
Of those feelings;
Emotions believed lost.
Yearning;
Quiescence.
Desire.
Love does not have to make a lot of noise.
It is there in the knowing;
It is enough.
And the ache is
Satiated
As
Eyes meet,
As
Soft and firm hearts
Join in the revival
Of those feelings;
Emotions believed lost.
Yearning;
Quiescence.
Desire.
Love does not have to make a lot of noise.
It is there in the knowing;
It is enough.
I take too many photographs;
Afraid I will forget
Faces and places.
I write too much;
Afraid I will
Forget
How
I felt.
Little trinkets in my drawer;
My nightstand
Where i keep my most valuable
Treasures.
They would mean nothing to
Anyone else.
I put them out sometimes and reminisce.
What memory may be tugging at my heart?
What color am i feeling today?
Nostalgic
Or happy.
Maybe sad and missing someone,
Missing someplace.
Maybe i should toss them all out
And start over.
Sometimes you
Bare your soul
And there is silence.
You do not know whether they think you are an
Idiot
Or they just do not know what to say.
So you wrap yourself back up knowing
That you are brave and beautiful regardless.
Let them be them and you be you.
There is no right or wrong in the realm of
feelings.
Sometimes I turn my back on
Myself
To stop the writing,
The ever pressing feelings.
Pretend not to listen to all the thoughts
Ricocheting
On my insides.
My heart and head
Moving at the speed of light.
I hold on too tight
Trying to tame them,
Trying to shrink them
That I may grasp and squeeze them
Into ink.
Most often
They do not translate;
They do not fit.
Unsoundness of mind
Prevails.
Alienation my companion.
Sometimes.
I used to bathe myself in
Other
People’s emotions,
Until I could not tell up from down.
And I began to drown.
I could not find the air.
I
Could not tell which feelings were mine
Or theirs.
And in a matter of time
I was
Suffocating.
I shed a tear today.
For all the years
I lived
And
Loved
In fear.
And I forgave myself for the mistakes
I made.
For the feelings I kept
Trapped
In
My
Throat.
For the times I gave too much
Of
Me.
I allowed myself,
To
Love
Me
For every little moment
That I had traded bits of my soul
To
Keep
The
Peace.
Truth be told,
I
Shed
More than
A
Tear.
You are still in my heart
Where you will
Always live.
I made it
Through winter’s storm
And carry you still.
I wake up every morning,
Dreams lingering
In my mind.
Yet I hold you
Quietly
In my heart.
The pictures have faded,
But not the ones
In my blood.
The feelings
Recalled reside inside me.
Yes,
I endured the silence without you.
Yet always,
I keep you with me.