First thing today, is to figure out how he will love her. He loves her, that isn’t the question. But how would he show her? Yesterday, it was with a small note, I love you handwritten on it that hid underneath her tea cup. A teacup he picked out for her and filled with blackContinue reading “It Was Good”
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I Crave
I crave instant gratification and the lure of feel good meetings with hollow words. I want those things too And sometimes I do indulge. But it all leads to an empty that aches. You know, those scratches you can’t itch And even though I know this, I still have to remind myself those things areContinue reading “I Crave”
Ruined
The makeup drips down her face Black tears There’s more to all this She knows it She feels it in her bones Even though it was wrong She knows that too But there was this push much stronger than before An urge she’s never felt She wasn’t herself or was she Is this what beingContinue reading “Ruined”
Time Slip
The heavens land at my feet And hell underneath my breath My understanding triumphs over my other self While she prays pleadingly I gaze at her like an open ocean Strong and consistent Her dreams clinched in my fist Hold my hand hold me tight I don’t want to go on without you -Saschia
The Collective
In a few hours things will settle back into place Unless I don’t want them to I have thought myself into a sort of teeter totter The good runneth over the bad hiddeth my cup but in a few hours this piece will join the rest and I’ll be one step closer to whole -Saschia
She’s Dead
I’ve softened from the wheel of time My heart, swollen from loss From love These tipped toes move through the crevice where my suicide mocks me And life burns my loose ends I have become the voice I died for Her crown tossed to the floor Neglected by my attention What is the reason forContinue reading “She’s Dead”
Numb Day
It was a numb day Distant from my own thoughts and worries The next sentence didn’t plague me It didn’t even whisper I like when it whispers You’d think this busyness would be freeing But, it just made me miss my own thinking ♡Saschia
Hangin On
Scrubbed Guts still swollen And big enough for the world to see Eyes shut tight Mind drunk on new fantasies While my Finger tips are tapped by their own thumb music is forming I can feel it in my feet -Saschia
Day Dreamer
Hand in hand Flames nip at my sweater queen of myself Heart stitched to my sleeve I crave an empty belly but a full mind -Saschia
Growth
Flowers grow in cracks sometimes Roots definitely do I can keep growing through this Wait I will keep growing through this Concrete can’t even stop me (That’s a metaphor) (Because, you know, concrete can very much stop me) ♡Saschia
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