So i’ve changed my mind
it’s not a circle,
it’s more of a spiney, sea urchin type thing
you’re going straight, you reach a point
the point pierces, and you fall
into the pit
the ditch
the grave
crying out, give him my love
don’t let him forget, never ever
no matter what happens
no matter who says what about who, why, where
i love you
i sound so frikkin corny
what is this crap?
then he hears, he’s calling out to me, and i rise
i rise out of the grave i fell into, up again
was that your voice i heard? thank God
thank God you haven’t forgotten
what?
no
not
another mistake, another piercing blade
another step down
and you’re falling again
falling down
falling to pieces
falling into,
falling back into a new grave
moaning, keening
I should have known
What did I expect?
life isn’t sunshine and daisies i suppose
some get used to it
and some are injured every time
no flowers on this grave
[A/N] well. this turned out quite well i think. Thank you, Aly. you’re an awesome poet. your advice helped so much. I’m starting to quite like this poetry stuff, it’s a really good release. The ache is still there from this last fall though… it’s like one of those times when you’re rollerbladin having a good time and suddenly out of nowhere you slip and fall on your butt. AND IT HURTS. lol.
Always sincerely
~rachel lynn~