worn

thread bare
and raw

these threads are getting worn
tangled and frayed

grasping them they cut my palms
my hand bleeds red

i wipe my eyes of tears but smear the hot mess
on my lashes and brow

but we keep waiting
silent glances while the other is thinking
the blood drying/cracking

i know these are long:
the warn threads that keep us
together

the facts surface each day -

no recovery!

no preservation!

all loss!


the place where i wish i could be:
the warmth inside your heart
a beautiful song in your head
in the landscape of your dreams
a love that you might always remember

yet the feeling that i exist between:
a dim memory
a burst of tears
dusty photographs
a furrowed brow
a song that isn't worth sharing

this is what i wake up to feel:


distant
- a part of your past
heavy and worn



{but im still here}
{still breathing and waking}
{still wishing for happiness}
{laughing and holding myself}
{looking in the mirror and knowing}
{i will love/i will feel love again}