displaced

removed
from all i want
reacting
to nothing i know
your heart
beats
in a different world
called normal
displaced
misplaced
this space
between
echoes in early morning text messages
and ideas
and dreams.
they are not mine;
only spoken
by a girl most broken
by those she
trusts
she
loves
she
knows
but does she?
knowing needs
knowing breeds
sick passion
displaced
misplaced
action.
im sorry
im sorry
im sorry



im sorry

lost in translation

dont you know that
no means
maybe
yes i should have
smoldered
when your fingers
touched my shoulder
but instead
i turned to ice
i cant play nice
its heat i seek to melt me
but instead im sure
you felt me
shiver
shudder
at the thought of breaking
frozen in the moment
making breath
breathe out
like frosty air
i do not care
i do NOT care

let me walk
before you talk
your quiet voice
surrounds me ringing
mute outside
while inside singing
all the songs you ever wrote
stick within my throat

yes i should have
maybe
just
said
no.

more...

small hands

i am holding
nothing solid;
too big for my hands
it crumbles
through my fingertips
the tighter i squeeze.
the sum of all parts
of the whole
is equal
to less of everything
i want
i need
i cant have it
if not all.
pieces only work
in puzzles and song
or candy coated chocolates.
(and even they begin to melt
with time and heat)
bittersweet.
all or nothing
is what im given
but all doesnt fit
and nothing only
proves a void
i couldnt see before...
but anyway.
i will always be the same.
give me nothing
or give me solid
a handful of crumbs is a waste of space...
i cant take it;
ive got
small hands
.