"I just need to know that it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever."
i wonder what you could possibly knowThe world is moving too fast for me.i wonder what you could possibly know by ~loopy-lexy
I can barely take a breath before
everything is gone or changed or
missing and I'm emptier than I was
yesterday, when I was as empty as I could be.
I turn on the porch light as though
I'm waiting for someone. And perhaps I am,
because not waiting is foreign to me.
It takes all my don't-wants to figure out what I do want.
I don't want to just see how it goes. I
don't want to be convenient. I don't
want to be an optional possibility.
I want to be a big event.
mankind is disappointing.when did you becomemankind is disappointing. by ~loopy-lexy
someone i don't know [if i
even want to know]?
june.I think it's your birthday today.june. by ~loopy-lexy
I should be certain but sometimes
it seems as though everyone was
born in June
and it makes me wonder
what happened in October '89
that had everyone making love.
I don't know about '89 but
in 2009 you were the glue mending
my broken excuse for a heart,
the breath in my every laugh.
I was addicted to your logical, reassuring mind
and ever-present promise of hope.
I was addicted to being needed,
to keeping all the secrets tearing you apart.
I miss being your turquoise terminator
and crumpled crumpet and saucy salamander
and effervescent iguana.
I miss complaining and over sharing
and knowing you'd listen to it all.
I miss believing we'd have that love forever.
So maybe I'll say happy birthday
and we can keep pretending nothing is wrong.
Or I'll pretend I forgot, the same way you forgot mine.
Or I'll congratulate you-
twenty-one years old
and still too thick to see how you've broken my heart.
ineffableMost days,ineffable by ~Blueskye27
I can keep
the wolves away.
I hum happy tunes
they mean something.
I busy my hands
with mindless work,
my mind with
But some days,
I can't escape.
The quiet house
aches with your absence,
echoes the emptiness
of the years yawning before me.
And when the
that you'll never love me
corners me in the silence,
my pretense disintegrates,
and I can do nothing