Love Turns to Stone

 

My heart is a solid concrete wall.

I won’t let anyone knock it down.

It’s your fault I’m like this;

you weren’t around.

I thought I loved you,

but now I see you were my downfall.

Only you finally realize you want me

and it’s my name you call.

Even if you crawled on your knees with pleas,

it’s too late to scrape the stone off my heart.

T-shirt Memories

I have these t-shirts stored away in a box,

memories packed away in the back of a dark, dusty closet.

I’ve been meaning to give them away for a while now,

but somehow can’t seem to work up the courage.

T-shirts in a box that symbolize love and loss.

T-shirts I wore-

the first night I spent the night in your bed,

when I was wrapped in your arms on the couch,

when I cried my eyes out after finding out you cheated,

when I stood outside your apartment wanting to forgive you,

but walking away instead.

 

If I give them away, it means I’ve moved on,

let go of the past,

let go of you,

something I’m not ready to do.

Sometimes I want to open the box

to see if your scent lingers,

but I already know the answer,

so I never open it.

I leave it closed and buried in my closet,

close enough for comfort when I think of you,

but far enough to keep you at a distance,

until it doesn’t hurt as much to miss you.

She Stands Still

A face invisible in the crowd,

No one notices her tears;

they keep moving.

She stands still,

hiding in plain sight.

She’ll stand there for hours,

until she sees him.

She wants to run,

but her feet are planted on the ground.

She’s stuck, while he’s moving on without her.

She doesn’t understand how he can erase her

with such ease.

If only he’d look back, for a moment,

he’d see her, and remember their love.

But he didn’t, just kept moving.

She remained still-

paralyzed,

while the tears kept falling.

Your Love Saved Me

I almost gave up on love,

but you came into my life,

and revived my broken heart.

From the first moment I looked into

your eyes, I decided to trust you.

I made a choice to forget about the

pain of my past,

and give love another chance.

Heartbreak once consumed me,

but your love saved me.

Why Does Life Have to Be Cruel?

Tears fall so long and hard they could flood these city streets. Red trimmed eyes that could burn this town to the ground with one gaze. Sadness that can be felt in her pit of her stomach. She’s physically sick with heartbreak. She can’t eat, can’t sleep, can barely breathe through the sobs. She can’t stand to look at the monster in the mirror, an image that will scare her into insanity. She doesn’t know the joy of laughter. Her life is consumed with grief. A miserable soul, longing to feel a piece of happiness. Why does life have to be so damn cruel?