Though they're just dreams, partial memories, everything is much too real. I wake to the intense emotions, painful and sincere: Why don't you love me? Why can't you accept me? How come you hate me so much? All of these, the pitiful cries of my younger self- She who begged so hard for the love you've always denied. Years later, now I'm grown, my past and emotions locked away. And yet- STILL, you have the power to inflict such misery. I thought I had grown stronger, that I'd been able to change. Obviously that's not the case, considering these dreams. I wish you didn't make me feel so pathetic, that I could ignore this painful need. Most of all I wish there was a way to comfort my younger self. Even now, I'm the only one to hear Her silent screams and bear her painful scars. I never wanted to feel this way again. How come my parents are the source of my most terrifying dreams? Even after all these years I come unraveled at the seams. Now I'm scared to go to sleep, lest I fall
Leaves flood storm drains and gutters like former lovers retreating to the sea, leaves crowning every street crossing like crinkled blindfolds, former lovers retreating to see themselves as they were, once, eyes closed scattered along the landscape like storms my grandfather died last week appearing nonchalant, leaves in drains supplanting rain retreating to the sea, landscape scattered, storms of barren trees bearing air and isolation but what do trees know of grief, leaves flood sidewalks like strangers who know better than to be out this year, disposable masks scattered along the landscape as the viewing is today storms send pedestrians scrambling inside, shoes scraping against leaves like strangers searching for good news in their own reflections for lack of places to look amateur reporters sorting through the same four stories to share the most palatable the funeral is tomorrow words they can find among the trees, but what do trees know about grief except that more leaves
If my tears could bring you back by Supach, literature
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If my tears could bring you back
If tears could bring you back to me
Then we´d be back to when we met.
We´d have another chance to be,
This time the very best.
But all the tears I´ve cried and cried
Haven´t done me any good,
This love we share will be forever,
I am sure that´s understood.
I know you´re in a better place
And you can rest in peace
But I´m still here in this evil world,
Who knows what´ll happen to me.
You never liked to see me cry
So that´s why you played the clown
And always tried to cheer me up
When I was feeling down.
My tears they have to dry my love,
I´ll stop being this broken mess.
So I´ll do what I
I told them that I’d do it. They rolled their eyes and gave me fake assurance with patronizing smiles.
I furrowed my brow and said, “I mean it. One day I’ll make it.”
They said, “Sure you will.”
I thought I has to prove them wrong, but, really, it was always about proving myself right. Their negativity, their sharp barbs, their treacherous back stabbing ways, has lead me to walking on the other side of the street when I see them…
...Not because I’m scared of them…
...Not because they still hold some power over me…
...But because they are toxins and I detoxed myself yea