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Saturday, September 6, 2014

Progress

I still feel pinpricks in my heart--
note, pinpricks--
whenever I hear your name.

That, I think, is progress.

It used to be a punch
so heavy, it takes my breath away.
And I feel like throwing up.

It used to be so bad
I had to hide
until the feeling passes.

But now. It's a
twinge.
And not much more.

It hurts, still, but I believe
it won't be long until
your name are just words that I know
but do not feel.

Friday, September 5, 2014

Different

One day you just find out that you actually can eat vegetables, after almost two decades of avoiding that food group.

One day, you just stop missing a person you thought you would keep in your heart forever.

One day, something shifts-- a glance becomes a second too long, and whoops.

What was that?

Something, definitely.

Something different.

Monday, September 1, 2014

A Touch Too Bitter

I made you laugh,but that is not what you will remember. I cracked your shell, I've shown you the world-- what it's like to go out there and feel, but you would forget it was me. You'd look at her and drown in her smile and in your happiness forget who taught you to fly. You will forget the world that was before her. The world where I continue to exist, where we met, where you became what you are because of me.

That is what rankles:
the knowledge that she would be perfect for you, and I, and I would just be that flawed someone
who changed bits of you unnoticed.