Why would I want to fit myself into someone else’s dream? Or force someone to take on mine? It either fits or it doesn’t. Jamming two puzzle pieces that look like they should go together doesn’t make them fit any better, and it ruins the picture. It also leaves those pieces out that do fit perfectly.
I can scream for you until my lungs give out.
I can long for you until my mind gives up.
I can reach for you until my arms collapse.
Wanting never breeds anything but disappointment.
Perhaps that’s for a reason.
Sure we could fall back into
satisfied smiles and
kisses so deep we fall through
My Lips were not enough
to hold you close,
My Thighs were not enough
to make you want to live in them,
My Laugh not enough
to make you picture forever,
My Love not enough
to make you stay.
Doing the same thing over and over
expecting different results
is not insanity.
You weren’t there for the worst points
in my life.
Even blamed me before you knew the facts
And had to apologize later.
Weren’t even there for the ones you caused.
So why do I feel like I have to be there for yours?
The little masochist in me.
I have to feel this salty, gritty
Unfeeling sort of feeling-
nothing feels right
And the pieces don’t line up
but I feel you slipping, slipping away
and it sort of feels good, like letting go
but it rubs against the skin like wool
Music that is incongruous to you
I find that I find myself not even
Missing you at all
Is this a letting go, love
Is this the end?
Can I wake up without you on my breath?
Will tomorrow be smooth at the edges?
I think I feel better.
I can leave you in that alley.
Leave you alone by the light of the moon.
Forget your name.
Think I’m finally coming home.
The fear of books
I hear the fluttering pages
Of a turn being told
Of a princess being saved
Or old castles in the cold
I flinch as one opens
The fear of being deprived
Of my friends in reality
As I forget I am alive
Too lost in the story to tell
Which world is real or ink
As into the book itself
I slowly begin to sink.
I'm startled as I wake up
The fear being too much
The librarian tells me be quiet
'Quiet now, hush hush'.
-Gray (not original owner)
in the blue
a photograph in my mind
another moment in the collection.
you, blissful and unaware
me, frozen and confused
and in that state,
a second, a minute, an hour, a year
no hearts beating.
no breath visible.
i can't get over
can't get around
can't get through
"I dream of you, to wake: would that I might
Dream of you and not wake but slumber on;
Nor find with dreams the dear companion gone,
As, Summer ended, Summer birds take flight.
In happy dreams I hold you full in night.
I blush again who waking look so wan;
Brighter than sunniest day that ever shone,
In happy dreams your smile makes day of night.
Thus only in a dream we are at one,
Thus only in a dream we give and take
The faith that maketh rich who take or give;
If thus to sleep is sweeter than to wake,
To die were surely sweeter than to live,
Though there be nothing new beneath the sun." -Christina Rosetti
Though I chase the elusive idea of sleep,
insomnia has been my constant friend for a month now.
I find myself online, buying melatonin.
I bought white sheets, because somewhere deep inside me,
that soothes my tattered soul.
I bought gel pillows, like the kind hotels have, so I can
lay my head on them and make-believe I am somewhere else.
The new comforter comes tomorrow.
I'm trying to erase this sorrow.
I remember falling beside you at night, your arms around me for a bit,
then sleeping back to back, in a perfect cocoon of us.
Waking up, making the bed, pulling everything military-tight, because
that is how you liked it. Placing the quilt in a diagonal to give
I remember the pillow you bought me because yours were too flat.
I fall into bed now.
My pillows are fluffy.
My sheets are clean and white.
The air conditioner hums in the window.
All is quiet and dark.
A perfect summer scenario for sleeping.
So why then, does my brain illuminate those memories,
call forth your presence out of nothingness?
Sleep is elusive.
Oh, for a good dream of you, I would trade these sheets and pillows.
Turn back the clock.
Restore what once was mine.
You ended US.
I lost my love and my best friend in
one fell swoop.
Things I wanted to share with you,
Things that I saw you would enjoy.
Rotting inside me.
Because you were gone.
I know I should move on and I'm trying.
Still wake up crying because you're not there.
Still miss you between heartbeats.
I know you don't care
and that should make this easier.
But it just makes it harder.
I have halted the heartbreak downward spiral.
Stepped on the scale yesterday to discover that I had gained 10 lbs. in the last month. Not terribly surprising, considering I have been spending my days floating in a pool of wine, single-handedly draining beer trucks, and eating my house's weight in pizza, breadsticks, and nachos.
So I made a decision. Enough is enough. Enough crying, enough drinking, enough lying around watching Netflix, enough watching the dishes pile to the ceiling, and enough going commando because the thousand pairs of underwear I have are all dirty. Enough waiting for the Earth to stop spinning for my grief.
So this morning, I got up, made myself some coffee, watched just a teeny bit of tv, did an intensive circuit of strength training, did two loads of laundry and a load of dishes. Whew! All before 8 am. I'm thinking I'm going to be okay. Maybe.
It's been a long time since I had my heart broken, so I forgot all of the crazy things you do and think. It's been an experience. And p.s.-people are the worst at this sort of thing. They say really, really, really stupid shit like, "Do you think you guys will get back together?" or "Oh you'll be fine. Plenty of fish!" or "Well, you knew it was inevitable. I don't understand why you're so upset." I know to be human is to err, but have some sensitivity. If I don't volunteer the information, you don't need to ask or comment. Just be there to listen. Period.
In other news, my little rat baby of a cat is anxiously awaiting her backyard play tunnel. She has taken to climbing the screen slider while I'm outside, in case I forget that she is there, inside.
I move through life
I make coffee, sit down at my laptop,
work on schoolwork for awhile,
play my music, smile in the sunshine.
I see friends and go on hikes
I go out at night, kiss a man that isn't you
Sleep with a man that isn't you
He laughs at my jokes, tries to heal this gaping wound the best he can.
I am grateful for all this.
But I want to be okay again.
Tell me how to forget.
How to stop feeling your ghost.
I want to sleep through the night again.
I want to not think of you anymore.
I want my heart back.