WatermelonAt first, it's a sharp, ripping feeling in your heart. It's a cold hand reaching out and squeezing every good feeling from your very being and leaving your body as a shell. Your mind is a war zone. The facts sink into your skin like moisturizer and you're wrung out like a washcloth, once again left empty. But there's this feeling, this tiny pinprick of light, and you're hoping there's an end, a mistake, a second chance, third charm, something...And then you begin to think. Your brain strings out sentences that you hold firm behind your teeth. Catching yourself crying in front of total strangers.More Like This
Numbers print black against a white square, held mid air with a metal prong. It's your lucky number, but nothing is lucky about the situation.
You're surrounded by people you love, and people who love you.
There's the golden locks
You grew up jealous of,
There's the crinkled lines
With years of laughter,
There's the scar
Five years ago,
And there's the tiny fing
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Feel the pain.
Let it go,
And make it rain.
Caressed by subtle lips,
And liquid finger tips.
Our cheeks brush,
Its more than enough.
But then she's lost.
Consumed by the now,
Restrained by the then
And overwhelmed by what's to come.
Sleeping fear and waking dread.
Monsters hiding under your bed.
Twisting turns, squirming threads,
Dancing lights throughout your head.
You must be willing to risk it all,
Standing strong to watch it fall.
I'll grab your hand through all the pain,
And pull you out as I make it rain.