thoughts that linger on pillowcases
clogged and tried
of days when things were blurred
significance
the nights that never gave me chance
to breath
it is relief that washes over me
when i no longer find
descriptions that fit
and your name tastes
foreign
to my tongue a language
forgotten
your memories unrehearsed
the playbacks in my mind are stagnant
but no longer haunting
and for the first in a while
i learn to embrace reality
because it pulls away all the
pain
i endured for you
replacing instead
a new mind;
less dangerous less
fragile
less choked.
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