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By redplasticroses Date: 2007 Aug 09 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.09.07.00.30316]] |
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As darkness rolls in, summer smolders and hangs thick and sticky over my bed A chorus of crickets and a ticking clock attempt to comfort me Tonight, I am rediscovering the pattern of stars The clouds move ever so subtly, occasionally obscuring our moon The one we used to share The darkness hides my transparent tears This nakedness is not for human hands I am raw, split open Soon, the night rain will fall as gentle as my hands on your skin Tonight, I will allow myself the luxury of hurting to the point of grieving of losing control of being overly sensitive and sentimental I will go through the fire because I must because it's the only way out because I am numb I may smell charred flesh but I won't feel the pain I have some far greater gnawing deep inside of me consuming me tonight as you sleep under the same moon miles and a lifetime away from me |