Complication

This is when a simple text message  made me realize that I was so wrong and I had to let go. For A.E.
Saved on my phone's drafts February 2012


Another pending complication shuts. Though it gets me down, and still stings I know I should swallow the bitter taste of pain. It'll pass like before. I hope.


(It did. For awhile.)

Still a note for that one I let slip away. Orig date written : May 21st 2012

Yesterday was a war between this heart and mind

A battle between the senses and judgement

And time alone can tell the tale of the hopeless, broken and hurting

A witness to these old wounds, old dreams old scars

Old dreams that used to flood my sleep

Familiar with the twinge of pain that send tears trickling down this cheek

and an ache I could never get used to.

Now that wounds have scarred,

Dreams now phantoms within these sheets.

Another story to tell to the hopeless romantics,

another story of the same broken heart

this time stung and paying its toll

another scar from love's twisted games

broken,

 hurting.

To Love Somebody( You Tell me How it is)

This was originally written on May 21st 2012 for someone who I thought I could not care so much about and more.

You said all the things that I wanna hear

Did things that I wanted to feel

There's something special, I knew

but I was holding back

 afraid of pain

afraid of going back

in that gloomy old nook

crying myself to sleep

writing love songs of broken hearts,

broken tunes for bleeding hearts

I was chained with these

and you are free

It was a recipe for misery

Didn't look, but you were still there

I never asked, never asked how you felt

I didn't see what I was waiting for,

what I needed was in front of me

And now that I'm ready...

he's not free :(

Words stung me to my core

like shards of glass that poked flesh.

All the imaginings of the heart,

of you and me--- crushed.

All the melodies I used to sing in my head,

Unfinished.

The love I wish I could give,

Broken.

In that gloomy old nook, I sat

Perfectly lonely.

Crying myself to sleep.

Singing of a broken heart.