never have
the wind blows gently, sending shivers down my spine...
drifting my thoughts to how one touch from you did the same...
to a time when your name was deeply engraved onto my beating heart; whispering "mine"
but at las to you it was all but a foolish game.
yet, still i cannot control the need to feel your embrace
the same way mankind cannot control the hoarse ocean.
i think of what it would feel like to have close to mine your face, our breath engulfing every little bit of space...
but you belong to her, you always have. thinking you could feel for me what i do you, what a silly notion?
so i keep each memory locked away behind a firewall in my mind.
ensuring the treasured by me alone
hoping that is you, in someone else, i would find.
yet, it not you, and i feel grief rush down to my bones...
i can only wish that one day you know what i felt with you.
but at the same time i hope that never happens too
Lessons never meant to be taught
She was his first, he's favourite and he showed it proudly. The way he showed pride in his first car.
Up until he replaced her with another. Oblivious, the fact that he was teaching her from a young age
that it was fine for her to be
treated like an option, and not a priority.
Like a ragged, old doll that could be replaced when a new one arrived.
Up until she found a man that did
all this, and her father could not stand to understand her logic...
The same logic he had planted in her developing mind.
Empty promises
You told her, you loved her unconditionally, yet you gave her ultimations.
You said you needed her, yet you pushed her away when all she wanted to do was show you she cares.
You promised to soak up her tears with your perfumed shirt, as she laid her head on your chest, yet you're the reason for her silent cries when her head hits the pillow.
You promised her forever, but how could you, when you barely believe the words that dripped from your very own lips?
when fantasy is better
She escapes her reality by reading.
Turning fiction pieces
into her new reality, the ability to
live millions of lives
other than her own, one filled
with challenges, heartache
and sorrow. And when she
is not reading,
music allows her to create her
own perfect reality within
her already complex mind.