Flex

My favorite flex from people is when they say they want to be close to me, and then completely shut me out of their world. 

Empty

I felt the shift, the space that gave birth to a cataclysm.
The echo of crickets in the silence that surrounded the castle walls.
The way the chair next to me, was always empty. 
The shape of the fog that swept down and fell asleep at the tiniest glimpse into a hallway of stars and galaxies with universes still unexplored.
Dropped like the dull penny swimming to the shallows of a subaqueous wishing well.
Spinning so fast, the weight crushing fluid shoulders already too small to carry it all. 
Like the hollow taste of someone else’s words, when you can smell someone’s fear.
The staleness of the phrase “what if” was first penned with a quill and was maybe only meant to appear beautiful.

The way a heart goes skydiving without a parachute and we lose our mind.
What a ridiculous notion, the very idea of love stimulates the imagination like a blender.
We like to start fires just to watch things burn and then become mesmerized at the dance of the flames. 
So haunting the way the embers float, but only one will ever be crazy enough to jump into that lake of passion and burn with you. 
Straightened shoulders pulling strength from the rush of pain. 
Don’t give away your energy by having to chase energy.
All the energy was sucked out the air and the shift was felt. 

Lies do more than just leave stinging bite marks.
They bleed you dry. 

Grace

Oh,

To have grace

through grief, pain and silence.

The eerie silence that sweeps over  

when moving bodies to new graves, and responding to an outpouring of sorrow. 

The crispness of hushed whispers and the startling hollows of the shadows.

Stricken 

Wrought 

Shattered 

The crushing loss of a soul filling moments preserved now in mere memories.

Echoes of a voice thriving in an eternal space.

Mourn, 

weep for your beloved,

and hold fast to all grace.

Longing

The longing for your fingers tracing the corners of my mouth as you smudge your name playfully on the edges, my breath silenced by your kiss, my blood racing to the surface of my skin meeting your touch.

Without Walls

People have become confused about love.

Love is not linear.

There are no restraints of time. 

Love echoes back and forth infinitely. 

It is without walls, time or conjecture.

All that was left

And all that was left, 

were the ghosts of every girl 

she had ever been, 

haunting the hearts 

of those that could not love her.

~glassy-eyedgirl

Adrift

Was it all too much

Barely staying afloat in the expanse of endless chatter and noise 

Were you drowning again 

Those thoughts that pull like riptide

The waves like haunted memories steering a course not chartered 

Gulping pain and pretending to swim

The depths too disparaging to wade

A vast sea of unrelenting darkness 

Bubbling to your surface 

Adrift again

                ~glassy-eyedgirl