Thursday, May 28, 2015

And You Become the Levee.

In response to intrusive thoughts,
sometimes you just
have to take a breath,
and tell yourself,
"It's just not true."

Don't let them tear you apart.
Don't let them lock you up.
Don't let them define who you are.

Let them be a flowing river.
Let them seep around your existence.
Let them make you strong enough to withstand the current.

They will come and go
stirring you less and less,
until one day the thought is gone forever.

Monday, May 25, 2015

It Breaks My Heart

Even though I'd enjoy
the comfort of an old friend,
you make yourself sparse
and stay a stranger
as if I'd done something
severe to harm you,
when I know I haven't.

Blue eyes, white hair, pale skin,
hunched over slightly
as you use to do,
a young man with an old look,
that's how I remember you.

As an amazing friend
should stay that way,

but life

doesn't work that way.

Where did you go?

The question of your existence
often keeps me up at night
screaming to myself in my mind,

the you,
I use to know
is no longer so.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

That's My Husband

I take comfort in knowing
that with all the chaos
made up in my mind,

you're a constant,
completely supportive
companion in my life.

So I drag my fingers across
your skin while you sleep,
and scoot up behind you
while you snore.

It's nice to have a place to call home,
a place where I'll never be alone.

Where one familiar face
will always embrace me,
and be there for me
even when I'm broken.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

My Mind

A deep breath as a reminder
of all I hold on to
and a deep breath to let go
of what's been abandoned,

your apprehension
leaves you asking
if I'm alright.

It's almost always just a ceremonial sigh
for accepting everything as it is.

Some conditions never change
and while ours is one
I'm very happy with,

the ones that don't
tend to dig into the only
place they don't belong.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Of Who You Use to Be.

As my breath grows deeper,
I hear the sounds of lost allies
ringing between these ears.

You've become so overcast
that even though you're a face
I'd recognize anywhere,

I'll never recognize
the stranger you've become.

I'll always remember you,
not the way I want to,
but as a broken down recollection.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

You Said You Were Just a Teacher

The most profound moment in my life
 was not given to me
in the form of some grand gesture,
but instead articulated
through one insightful adage.

“This girl wears her heart on her sleeve.” 

I may have been too young to understand,
 what exactly that meant,

but it was the first time anyone fought for me.

It’s something I’ll never forget,
how you stepped in
and told everyone that you should never
demoralize someone when they’re down.

I was transparent and vulnerable,
 and you did what you could
to keep them from feeding on me
like the hungry wolves they were,

but you could’ve done more.