My Words

He recognized himself in a pool at his feet. Formed by the very oceans his eyes created from a single thought. He started to drift into the waves crashing his heart He bent over to wipe away the reality Knowing it was only a mere reflection of his imagination. His heart ran wild like a beast running from its predator Unable to keep up, he let it run. He circles like the moon always one face towards the light always one face towards the darkness For now He sits lifeless bottle to his lips eyes to the sky wandering for answers. He knows not of anything or anyone capable of saving him but his own heart, that is nowhere to be found but in the one ocean of tears created by the one thought crossing through mind.

With a shaky voice she fell to her knees Cross in hand. Thoughts in mind. Empty hearted, she began. Spilling pleas like water through a broken damn. Intended prayers that came as shouts. Trusting that He actually gave a damn. Frustration turned to anger. Wanting turned to desperation. Waiting turned into hopelessness. Sweat turned to tears. And finally, Her head fell to the ground. Parallel with the devil himself. Shaky voice she remained silent. Content found her face as the cross, thrown from her grasp, shattered. she irreversibly lowered her expectations finally to be met by anyone who would answer them.

He bought her like property with cheap dates and fake smiles she cut him a deal because she’d been on the market for awhile It’s become too competitive To be someone’s first choice And there’s no longer meaning In having any kind of voice And she figured it pointless to take her own advice So she threw up a for sale sign with a pretty cheap price He had other options, But she was a steal You don’t get the best girl For the cheapest deal They signed their lives away On a contract anything but mutual She was hoping for better He was hoping for easy and useable She clenched the pen tightly Not knowing what was done He just walked away knowing It was nothing serious, just for fun Now he’s used and sold her Like he promised he would and she’s back on the market Feeling worthless and no good

Don’t come looking for what you don’t want to find Stay in your shelter, keep safe with the people that make you feel protected from the ones that stray to a foreign place A temporary dwelling that gives them reassurance of a better one Stand by the people that make you feel something that gives you inspiration to love inspiration to feel anything inspiration to live Be a part of the ones that stay behind enduring what has been given to them and nothing else Do not expect to find anything you were looking for We are not anything but a couple of flaws in a problem too large to find the mistakes worth fixing It’s the ones that come looking that lose themselves completely in the midst of the ones to careless to speak up They become lost too and the ones that become lost but can leave… those are the ones that become distant enough to be a part of the story 

Do you ever long for a place for the mangled the dismembered tortured souls So much wanting to fit in to the damaged and distraught that you ran away from the life you wished for your loved ones You gave it up, you set it free. You gave it up to feel a part of something important You gave it up because you want to find a place where you don’t have to be a stranger to yourself Destroy yourself countless times. Devastate your expectations Run away from the light that exposes the need to feel wanted. Hide away in a deep dangerous state Don’t let them find the places you sell yourself for worth If you decide to abandon everything that gives you hope then maybe, one day, you’ll be privileged enough to be damaged broken and weak enough to feel an ounce of self worth maybe even strong enough to write about it