#latenightthoughts
I would rather be alone than dragged down
with this collapsing illusion of love.
- [i.r.] // [05.20.22.]
With tear stains and white lies
You’re fumbling your alibis.
- [i.r.] // [05.06.22.]
No one taught you how to be wrong.
So you always expected to be right.
Can I really blame you for something
you were never capable of?
- [i.r.] // [04.27.22.]
We sit across from one another, on the floor with our legs crossed
as if mirroring the way we acted as children could bring back our innocence.
A partially filled bottle of liquor is the only thing separating us.
It would be such a simple action to close the space
that is keeping me from your touch.
Everytime you breathe the scent of alcohol turns
my stomach, making it difficult to look at you.
Your voice is slurred almost beyond recognition as you tell me
that you do not think you could ever believe in love.
My heart becomes the heaviest thing in the room
as tears burn the corners of my eyes.
I unintentionally pull away at the sound of your words,
looking widely around for anything that is not you.
My lungs burn without oxygen as my chest painfully constricts and
I cannot force the breath from my lips much less words.
And my mind desperately searches for an
explanation to how we ended up like this.
Your hand quivers as you reach for the bottle your glossy eyes shining
with an eerie determination and I cannot do anything
but choke on any attempt to stop you.
- [i.r.]
[02.23.22.]
After midnight thoughts.
Streaming tears. Nightmares full of fears.
Nightmare rape. Lips sealed with tape.
Bitten lips. Heart scarred with rips.
Vulnerable heart. Faking smiles art.
If only I can craft my emotions the way I compose my pieces. With a backspace or an eraser for the feelings that wouldn’t fit their expectations. Maybe then, I’d be loved more.
The things I’d give, to hear you to tell you me one last time those three crazy words…
“i love you.”
Anxiety keeps me lively when the sun hides and the moon shines. The saddest parts of me also overcomes my heart with second guesses and replays the darkest times. And I lay there in the silence of the night wishing I can silence them both to finally rest my soul. But the fear of not being able to crawl out of that hole of insecurities, shame and failure gets higher every second.
And that’s when I realized that for 10 years, I’m still running from the numbness of my broken heart.