only skin

 

i will never understand it. not with one single molecule of my brain or my being can i understand it.with all the effort, and all the raw emotion that someone can pour into something, and have it be disregarded entirely. in countless instances. it just fuels that sense of meaninglessness that has not resurected ina LONG time. it is the worst thing to feel, disregarded. never the first thought, and certainly not the last. just mixed in when its appropriate.

i think i will try to write again, just for the sake of doing so. i have let it slip fom my hands and my heart all too easily. so i will share some untouched verses from yesterday.

you are a lush.

weak to temptation

and a fiend for lust.

everything you have,

its never enough.

yet, i let you back

i let you touch

i feed you lines

to see you blush

in hopes that for once

you will think of US.

im just a wretched girl

dissolving in vanity

brain is hollowing –

near vacancy

with subtle piles

of unfinished poetry

 

not as lovely as my old word arrangements, but the more i press ink to paper, the gentler it will come back.

 

the following lines are from a song that has healed me more times than i could count :

"And i have read the right books
To interpret your looks
You were knocking me down
With the palm of your eye

Now it’s done
Watch it go
And you’ve changed so

Water run from the snow

Am i so dear?
Do i run rare?
And you’ve changed
So  "

{this makes me feel real}

 

all that i knew is moving away from me

and all that i know is blowing, like tumbleweeds.

 

love.love