To The Moon & Back & Back Again

For a wound to properly heal without infection, You should remove the weapon which caused the damage. So how is that any different with an emotional wound? People make it sound like running away from your problems is always a bad thing.   But if the problem is out of your control to fix, Then just like removing the weapon, you must remove what is causing that emotional ache. Sometimes to let yourself truly rectify, You must get away completely from the source of your emotional turmoil. Sometimes "toughening it out" or " time will heal all" just stabs the knife in deeper. Sometimes you need escape. The constant reminder that you have been hurt,   That you can't fix what has been broken, Will haunt you in memories till you can destroy it with peace.

It's hard to believe I used to love you.  1 year ago, we were writing each other letters and emails every week.  2 years ago, you said you were going to marry me.  3 years ago, we were dating and spending as much time together as we could.  4 years ago, I was finally able to admit to myself that I really liked you. I never thought in my wildest dreams you'd actually go for me. But then you did.  4 years I loved you endlessly.   I thought the love was mutual, but to you, our relationship was just a game.  4 years, on and off, more than friends, but only friends.  You'd say, "I love you and I cannot wait to come home and marry you," As you were talking to other girls behind my back.  I never said anything, because I wanted to trust you, and you to trust me.   I should have seen the excuses I came up with for 4 years  as the red flags Floundering in my head screaming  "WARNING! WARNING!"   4...

It's not easy to love yourself When the rest of the world is pointing out the ways that make you different. And as much as you hate the way they laugh in your face, You turn your back and do the same. You never hug the rain Because you know you’ll end up soaking wet. You don’t look at the sun’s light, Because the outer ugliness blinds your eyes. You refuse to step shoeless in the dirt Only because the softness isn’t enough to cover the muddle of its history. When the tree beckons you for comfort, You turn your cheek as if You’re the leaves that fall to the ground. You trade silence with the wind as if its going to find the shattered pieces of the chaos that surround your slowly pumping heart. You let your blood seep into the grave with the unwritten words Worthless, Unwanted, Invisible that engrave your darkened eyes instead. Every day your ears ring with the chords of demise And the murder of symp...

if there was any happiness left to be written, it was hidden. invisible under the icy cold snow of deception. the liquids that poured and trickled down my burning soul were no longer the sweet taste of hope, but the poisoned elixir of secrets. i was concealed in mysteries that mother desired to uncover but i couldn't even revel them to myself. secrets kept the dark and dangerous inside me. but the thoughts remained undercover and I wept and begged for mercy.

That winter night we stood under the cemetery trees The moon was fogged, as though it was chidden of God; And fading foot prints pressed the precious life out of the starving sod. Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove The silences that passed were like those of years ago, Before we knew we’d have a love to loathe, In which we lost in times curtailing flow. The fire in my eyes was the deadliest thing, Alive enough to burn through your lies And a grin of bitter sweetness swept thereby, Like a creature of night with broken wings. Since then, keen lessons that love deceives, And the ringing of your wrongs will forever hunt my memories, With the sight of your face, and a moon, and a old cemetery, The fading footprints, and my last memories.

Give everything, get nothing. That’s how it is with you. You told me three words, I convinced myself they were true. You got me to do things   I never would do. I deformed down to your throne. You whispered three words, I opened myself up for you. Interests intrigued by other flesh, I leave and tell you no, Don’t you see?   You can’t have both. Apologizes with three words, I was back in the palm of your hand. Trust, dreams, time, and money; I packaged them up in the little brown box. Along with my bleeding, hand stitched heart. You wrote back three words, Your promises felt so real. The distance between us Became just that. The letters stopped coming,   Emails were cut short. The three words rang silent, Only the screams at night were heard. Now I’m left laying alone, Wishing I had never met you. The sound of your voice, the touch of your skin, The look in your eyes, ...