And here I am again..
In the middle of no-man’s land.
Outstretch my hands.
Trying to catch my wishes before they hit the sand.
Tried to wish upon a shooting star…
But mine were just too big to make it that far.
Heavy bits of failed attempts drop from above and leave my palms bruised and scarred.
Collecting and gathering every wishful shard,
so I can push, pull and drag my dreams out of Imagination’s junkyard.
Through Broken Boulevards.
Past Fantasy’s graveyard.
Straight to Reality’s backyard…
Never knowing if my wants will be realized, yet too proud to give up or compromise…
So I’ve made up my mind to roll up my sleeves.
Done tripping on wishes…
I’ll do it manually.
She assumed this would be her cocoon.
That from this cave, a beautiful butterfly would bloom.
So she never minded the lack of room.
But May turned to June and still she remained in utter gloom.
Summer’s Sun to Winter’s Moon, and…
She watched the darkness continue.
Can’t say she’s not pleased that her wings need more time… the small black walls with their enclosed design comfort her mind and well….
She’s much too tired to learn fly.
I used to only want the best for me.
Held my head up so high, even the sky seemed limiting. Like butter, my self-esteem spread over everything… how I used to be, who I was, and what I will be.
Now here I am… still standing.
Legs shaking, as I desperately try not to fall to my knees… See, life’s endless testing made me too weak to carry my self-esteem. So completely unworthy… I resort to bargaining.
I will take your half-heartedness, but… well maybe you can at least give me the right half of it…
I will make-do with your eye wondering. It.. has to land on me eventually…
I can stand being forgotten occasionally… besides, I was born being lonely.
I will make do with your day-late wishes, forced smiles, weak hugs and cold love…….. Yes, I think this… this is good enough.
Selling my heart at a discounted rate… In exchange for… this thing……. should be ashamed to beg for something I can’t even give a proper name…
Just. Please. Give me what you can and I will work with what I get.
I will forgive what you forget.
I will learn to live with being the next best thing after the last thing, if that means I’ll have reason to be. I have no right to demand anything, but please,
Leave me this thing.
Her writing became a band aid. Underneath, you’d see where scars laid. Bookmarks the spot of her oldest wound. Turn the page to her newest bruise.
Open cuts between metaphors. Each chapter covers swollen sores… surrounding Similes of ripped flesh like pages torn. Paragraphs of skin graphs. Broken bones under fresh drafts. Fractures wrapped in comic laughter. Notepad enhanced as her fingertips danced.
Type it up,
Proofreads and editing.
New pain. New page.
re-read and write again.
Hearing the growth of her never-ending cracks. Knowing Her heart is soon to collapse…
Open a new doc to prepare for impact.
I’m sorry to bother you, but..
W(help) I just wanted to let you know that I am okay.
I know I can be a bit troubleso(me) some days,
And maybe my attitude came across as a little (i)cy.
I guess when my life was falling downstre(am), it made it hard to speak nicely.
I can(not) tell you how helpful this break has been. I know I was beginning to be a little too much towards the end…
So, in case you were wondering how I’ve been these days,
I am completely (okay).
We both wanted to be in love
like before we knew what it really was.
When it was just sharing covers and covering our true colors.
Cheeks turning cherry red from what the other said while tryna figure out how to live and die in bed.
Back when hours went unnoticed. Days and months seemed stolen. We played at a pace not much different from pause… a bit slower than slow motion.
Your heart broken and mine frozen.
Damaged goods, but good together as I Iced parts of you that were torn and swollen.
We won’t be
Just you and me…
but after all our old lovers’ commotion…
I think we both just… needed a moment.