The reasons why you shouldn't stay

 

 

 

And if I said

what I needed to say

It wouldn't really

matter

that much

anyway

because we all

know, there is nothing

to solve

if you turn away, look out the window,

don't sob

Don't let your tears flow,

don't let your lips part

Let us be silent,

let these woes fill

your heart

and then

Darling, I'll sigh

and it will rip apart

Tearing

and bleeding,

a sheer work of art

And you'll smile sadly,

what a way

to begin

Do you ever stop talking?

Do you ever give in?

I guess I never

think

before I speak,

never give

myself time to notice

the meanings,

the way

you look at me without

any feeling

And I'm

breaking

breaking

breaking down again,

and you're

watching me

cry out every tear,

you're watching

as I crumple up

with regret, with such fear

And I feel

So ugly today

Inside and out,

I'm ugly and grey,

I don't care

what you

say, I don't feel

what you're feeling,

I'm ugly, I'm grey

and there is

nothing left

for healing

There's nothing left

 

If I hold

my fingers close

to your face,

Feel my

heart race

against your palms,

Because you

said

"Beneath the moonlight

when I'm calm,

when everything is so

calm"

But the wind

 is beating against

    the windows

and I don't know

where you are,

what are you

doing but

being so far

away

Are your eyes closed

 beneath the

Black night, Moonless,

devoid of light

As this storm

rages on

in the sky,

And in

  ...My Mind

Author's Note

False Hope

Reviews

[piggy]

very sad writing
plays out like a thought

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

I understand, I really know
Thank you for writing this
no complaints

[Robin]

"what a way
to begin"

those lines just cut through me . thats your Art , the ability to highlight the moments in crystal clarity , then pour - bleed the emotion - through your pen

writing that proves again why you are a favorite ..

[writing mojo]

very good placement of your puzzled emotion, left on the window sill, next to the picture perfect ghost of sorrow
haunting the frames in mind, each short stanza breath left over crosses memory lines and escapes your thought provoked symmetry ...good stuff

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong poem. Easy to hold hold to threads of emotion and words. I remember trying to leave a woman for weeks. We try to find something that was lost and could not be found.
"I'm ugly and I'm grey
and there is
nothing left
for healing,
there's nothing left"
The poem told a strong story of struggle and false hope. A excellent poem.
Coyote