Emotions

I often find that it’s hard to know how to feel.

Sad? Mad? What is real?

Am I imagining things? Should I really be upset?

Surely I’m crazy.. surely I’m crazy..

Validate my feelings!

Tell me that my emotions are okay;

I know I’m crazy, but tell me that you’d feel the same way.

Tell me I’m not being illogical.

Tell me that everything will be okay.

Wipe away my tears, and please, tell me you’d feel the same way.

t i m e

Time heals all wounds, except for this one
As time goes by, I feel more empty
The longer you’re gone, the more my heart aches
The longer you’re gone, the harder this is to take
Time isn’t on my side this time around
The longer I have to miss you, the harder it is to remember your familiar sound
I miss the scent of your white cotton shirt and the warmth of your chest as I lie my head to the sound of your beating heart
Your heart that no longer beats is now just a memory
Time can’t heal this wound
Time can’t give you back to me

Fiery Sign

As I look into the night sky,
I think of you.
Are the Heavens up above?
Is it just endless blue?
I ask, if you can hear me, to summon a shooting star
to shoot across the night sky, so that I know that you can hear me from afar.
Looking up, hopeful, I wait for my fiery sign;
but, to my disappointment, nothing catches my eye.
If you could hear me, my sweet father, I know you’d show me a sign.
In this moment, yet again I wonder, if there is an after life.

Stranger to Myself

I’ve lived my life as a stranger to myself.
I woke up as me,
but what did that mean?
I went through the motions,
raised my hand when my name was called,
but when I got home,
I didn’t know who I really was.
You’re beautiful, talented, and smart – I was told;
but when I got home, I just felt alone and cold.
Cold, so I hurried into my bed
to hide from the world,
but mainly to hide from myself.
Sleep was my vice;
sleeping meant I didn’t have to think about my life.
Day after day, I hid from myself.
No happiness shone through my tired eyes.
I was miserable at best.

Stars

You are a shooting star;
but maybe, I have only heard of such a thing.
I have never seen one, not even from afar.
To my mind, you are just a dream.

We all learn from our pasts.
History seems to always come back around,
telling us that nothing good ever really lasts.
To our yesterdays we are bound.

A star you may be, but to my mind you are just a mystery.
My history of sadness will hide all of your beauty, because my past reminds me that nothing this beautiful can ever last.
So, I close my eyes and I will dream of you,
and know that one day, I will think of you and be blue.

That Moment

In that moment, the warmness of your soul took me over
My thoughts clouded by the sound of your breath
Both sets of eyes as blue as the ocean
Two calm seas, until they met
Storms arose in our souls
Different, but yet so closely the same
Pain and guilt numbed by passion
Regret taken over by the warmth of your skin
Pure desire to be deeply connected
You sink into me
In that moment, we are complete