Would you know me if I stood before you?

I don’t think so.

I don’t trust the paths we meet on anymore.

They are unreal and fickle.

Your reassurances are absent at every turn,

And yet, you ask me to be still,

And then, you call me remarkable.

I am lost in old thoughts about you,

Their barbs still dig into my skin.

I bleed every day,

And you?

Exist ephemerally,

But fixate my heart as if it were a kite on an unbreakable string.


I feel like you want to contain me in a glass ball that fits into the palm of your hand.

A paperweight, you only pick up when your time lies vacant.

One day, I’ll explode and you will be left with the shards of my prison.

I will flood your world till I drown in it

Maybe then you will admit that I don’t really exist for you.

But really, you wouldn’t even know

Because I’m already not there.


Add your Pericope

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s