• salientfindings 106w

    I stretch my breath to erase my name, yet my shoulders are never strong enough to wear your smile. I know I'm taking steps into wearing myself down, writing waves over the entrance to my arm, piercing my tongue with wingless papercuts, still I tell myself the best part of me is you.

    I don't know which one of us is lying when I love you buds from sleepless summer's. Goodnight, goodnight, you're the only thing I lack tonight. I'm so tired of being tired of the same hurt. It's not about love, just hold me until the pain is gone. Just tell me when the pain is done.

    A word left deep in your chest, sometimes I feel like another face in the crowd. Sometimes I feel like all of this shouting is finally going to get me heard. Do I have to share my silence with the night? And if the stars finally go out, will that be dark enough for you to walk me home? Sometimes safety and security is a scam and darling, we’ve been hustled.

    There’s a scar on the right side of your heart that looks like my hands couldn’t be gentle enough gentle enough to love you like how I needed you to love me, the truth is I probably just gave up. I’m all out of truths, I’m done with the lies. No more bushes, no more metaphors. No more prose, no more poetry.

    If you love me then give it to me straight. I would go through hell just for a signature of proof that you truly don’t give a damn. But we both know that it wouldn’t be enough to merit your approval. We’re full of ourselves, aren’t we? Digging for an answer that buried itself long ago. You can find me where you last laughed with me.

    Sometimes I think that was our greatest moment. Two people that knew it was never going to last past this point. It’s been a few months, but I still find myself conjuring your voice back into my head. Love doesn’t die, it just changes into a new face, a different laugh, and a familiar smile.

    We’re all missing someone, I just so happens that I’m the
    one writing about it and you’re the one reading it.

    ~C.E
    ©salientfindings

    P.s - the things you choose not to say are the things
    that I listen for the most.

    PC - Me

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    We’re all missing someone, I just so happens
    that I’m the one writing about it and
    you’re the one reading it.

    ~C.E
    ©salientfindings