Saturday, February 6, 2010

I couldn’t have prepared myself for this fall, shattered in pieces curled on the floor.

You were never where you needed to be- always away, never near, hiding in the dark corners of your heart. You never let the sunshine in, never showed him what you wanted to become, and so he never learned you. And to this day you regret all the words you never said, all the times you never shared wrapped in his arms underneath the covers sharing softly-spoken secrets. But lighting doesn’t strike the same place twice. True love is a gift and you let it drift away.

Maybe next time you will think twice before you throw it all away.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

c'e'... non c'e'

Oh enough quiet heart…. I wish you would be louder. I wish you would see deeper, I wish you would feel more. But go ahead, back into the corner, where you know that you are safe, protected from the outside, protected from the hate.

You give advice you do not follow and where does it leave you? “Whole” you say and “Half of what you could become,” he adds quickly after. I’m confused and the rubble surrounding me won’t let me see my way out safely. I climb and climb and stay in the same place unsure of the cost, unsure of my fate.

But take it by the hand just this once and find a way to shake these thoughts; they hold you down, they crack your foundations from the inside out, until nothing would be able to stand. Oh enough quiet heart…