I drip of feelings I thought escaped me.
Feelings that leak from the hollow holes you left in me.
With every heart beat, I drip,
with every invasive thought,
my heart races.
And as it races,
it rushes galvanic feelings
through every drop of my being.
A hostage,
is who I am.
A captive,
to the memories
of a gruesome past,
as well as
a pleasant one.
I am still unable,
to label
the past for what it was.
As I still don't know,
after all this time,
how to process
what has occurred.
At times I believe that I know,
what was.
And so pleasant nostalgic feelings sink in to me,
and I absorb them like a sponge.
At other times,
horrid agonizing feeling sink in,
and I absorb them just as much.
Until all that has found its way to me,
tries to find a way out.
And so I drip of feelings I thought escaped me.
Feelings that were meant to have found a steady balance within me.
But they have not,
and so, till the last drop,
I drip.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
