I die every time you never say, ‘goodbye’
I die because in your world
I am nothing anymore
I am worthless
I am broken
I am love unspoken
I wish my heart you’d never reawakened
I was I had been the path not taken
Your silence screams indifference
Your inaction deafens me
in mocking ferocity
Your sins of omission
my faith slowly ripped away
as you kill my love
little by little
with 1,000 cuts each day
©justagirllost2~ Monique M.
*this is something I wrote a couple of years ago.
Wow, time flies and time does heal those wounds that
seem to last an eternity.
“I’m fine,” she smiled, as her heart bled blood red. “It’s ok, really,” she said.
“You go on now. Go on your way.
I’ll still breathe.
I’ll still eat & drink.
I’ll remember to brush my teeth.
I’ll still make silly little rhymes in my head.
I’ll talk to people as though
I’m really alive… not dead.
I’ll nod & blink, staring into their cold eyes
pretending I’m listening as their lips move glistening,
spewing hate-filled gossip & arsenic laced observations
about their deranged relations.
I’ll blow a strand of hair up in the air as they rattle on about this & that
and giving tit for tat.
I’ll giggle, just a little, imagining their greedy, needy mouths are fat moth wings
flapping wildly in a hot wind, connected to red moth bodies smeared all over the windshield
of a Camaro going 110.
There was a boy
He went to war
He fought with valor
He held the scars
He bled in silence
Behind black doors
I tried to heal
the broken parts
My light could not invade his heart
and though he’s gone
I love him still
There was a boy
I always will
©justagirllost2 ~ Monique
* AP photojournalist Horst Faas took this iconic photo on June 18, 1965, during the Vietnam War.
*I chose it for its haunting beauty & because the boy in the photo reminds me of a boy I once loved.