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What My Fingers Say…

I can’t believe I am back to this point. Three years have passed and I still feel that so much healing has yet to take place. I tell myself I don’t hate you, but I say that just to deny myself the hatred I want to use to replace the emptiness. I wonder if you [...]

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2004.

searching for some unknown aspect of self reflected in the other
answers to our questions of identity
individually alone, but together lonely

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Someday she’ll find you, like I found you
but you’ll be ready
and you will, at last,
have everything you ever dreamt of
all in your life without me…
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November 4th, 12:05am
praying for time to pass
February, nine months earlier
fighting, you’re not [...]

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Carl.

He called last night
and I awoke at 4 am,
knowing what that call would bring
but still not really knowing…
It had been all too long
since he last called
as I answered
I knew it was the night
all would be over–
closure would come and hearts would heal.
I could all but smell the alcohol on his breath,
as he stumbled his way [...]

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Him.

I dreamt of him last night
the wanderlust of his hands
exploring my skin with persuasive fingers
empty caresses
discarded desires
violating my essence
taking my strength
using my body
for his ungrateful gratification.
Leaving the emptiness
awoken inside–
a beast never to be killed
only sedated–
feeding on fresh grief
from aged wounds

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