Us.
ive been sitting here
for quite some time
my eyes fixed
in an entranced stare.
these pictures are permanent
behind my eyelids.
yet here i sit
gripping the very pictures
i long to burn in anger.
i remanisce slowly
at how we were...
'us'
torturing myself
i know i am.
but this is not
merely being hurt
nor lonely.
this is wholehearted
loving
with no return
or replenishing supply.
so here i sit
for quite some time
waiting for my vision to unblur.
for it is quite difficult
to see clearly
when the tears are flowing.
flowing... flowing...
on the very same memories.
distorting the view
clouding the image
washing away
the very thing i hold dear.
running down
following the twisted path
of the scar tissue
that has formed
and hardened
my heart.
Copyright © Nina Finney | Year Posted 2008
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