And she's no longer alone,
But alone more than ever-
She wishes to go back before her love had left;
But it's the price she pays for a love so strong, with a passion so deep.
She ponders,
"Am I not as attractive?"
"Have I gained weight" - even though she knows the scale claims she's lost it
"Is she too distracted?"
"Is she no longer attracted?"
The lack of human touch, makes her soul cringe.
Her heart shakes- and her body aches.
A hand being the one and only escape.
Her love claimed that she has been angry- and distant,
But in reality the girl simply just wants to be loved, to be touched, to be unforgotten.
She knows that her love is busy in creating a life for them full of comfort and joy;
Yet the time starts to sink in... the lack of touch, creeps in.
Recently absent for five months,
An apparent grudge-
Needing to be set free like a dove from a cage.
Home for less than two, and then back at it she goes.
Lonely is a word, that doesn't even begin to describe.
No money, no fame;
Could make the absence disappear.
She can only hope that one day, it is acknowledged that she is her love's love.
She can only pray.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Applause
"Hello friends! I'm so glad you're here!" She screams in an empty room, surrounded by white walls. She swears she hears them speaking, but it's just the echo of her own voice.
She speaks to the nonexistent crowd. They applaud her on how well she's done in the past year.
Graduating, Moving Away, and Making a Life with the Woman of her Dreams.
She smiles,
Takes a bow.
And begins to speak again, as the applause comes to a screaming lull.
She speaks of grandeur that is to be explored,
Traveling the world, and making an impact.
But she is stuck.
For the moment, in her bed,
With an empty pill bottle, and an audience in her head.
The facade continues to play on,
A stage so brightly lit,
Pressure, so delicately weighted.
To be the best, to make it to the top,
But what if the top, and the best for her are the simple things,
Seeing the world, traveling,
Maybe living on a beach... in a tent, with only a fire burning from some leaves and twigs to counteract the chilly breeze escaping as the ocean exhales.
She wants to live as the free spirit she is.
Dancing barefoot in the sand, under the starry, moon kissed, sky.
She speaks to the nonexistent crowd. They applaud her on how well she's done in the past year.
Graduating, Moving Away, and Making a Life with the Woman of her Dreams.
She smiles,
Takes a bow.
And begins to speak again, as the applause comes to a screaming lull.
She speaks of grandeur that is to be explored,
Traveling the world, and making an impact.
But she is stuck.
For the moment, in her bed,
With an empty pill bottle, and an audience in her head.
The facade continues to play on,
A stage so brightly lit,
Pressure, so delicately weighted.
To be the best, to make it to the top,
But what if the top, and the best for her are the simple things,
Seeing the world, traveling,
Maybe living on a beach... in a tent, with only a fire burning from some leaves and twigs to counteract the chilly breeze escaping as the ocean exhales.
She wants to live as the free spirit she is.
Dancing barefoot in the sand, under the starry, moon kissed, sky.
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