I’m disentangling myself from your story So that when you’ll be telling the narrative The scars will be a shade lighter The wounds no longer felt And that maybe You will forget that I existed.

Learning to let go Of every other feeling that seems to overwhelm me So that I can still look at you and Smile as usual Despite the wonderful things I said to you The deepest affections that I confessed to you In my dreams.

I love her smiles Along with every peak of laughter She makes me happy, everyone happy The apple of this eye; of many eyes I would dismiss the distant look in her eyes Of her mind’s absence in all that was around her Till I saw the the little scars she was hiding The little … Continue reading The hidden pains →

He walks quickly to the sink to wash his reeking hands Reeking of that sweet smelling lotion; a scent she said she loved But she isn’t there anymore He rinses his hands religiously as he’s done times before Less to wash away that smell but more to cleanse his sins Those that accuse him greater … Continue reading Slow suicide →