It hurts
A little
To listen to the rain
With the window a little open
And a candle flickering
Without your arms around me
And it hurts
A little
Not knowing
If it’s hurting you too
And what seems
Like something so small
Isn’t small at all
Manifesting
Into something
Quite large
What’s scary
Is not knowing
Not knowing
Not knowin
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Thursday, March 6, 2014
Highways
Rainy
Crisp
Cool
Sunday
Driving with the windows open
The bass rumbles through the speakers
Pulsates through my bones
My hair strays from my neat ponytail
And brushes against my face
The sun reflecting on my teal cat eye sunglasses
And over the duration of this drive
I am imagining you next to me
A feeling of freedom and happiness
Wanting to be able to escape with you
I want to feel something
And although it is pleasing at times
The numbness is growing old
Crisp
Cool
Sunday
Driving with the windows open
The bass rumbles through the speakers
Pulsates through my bones
My hair strays from my neat ponytail
And brushes against my face
The sun reflecting on my teal cat eye sunglasses
And over the duration of this drive
I am imagining you next to me
A feeling of freedom and happiness
Wanting to be able to escape with you
I want to feel something
And although it is pleasing at times
The numbness is growing old
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