Memory
As I walk past you, our eyes lock and it brings back the memories that once flooded my mind in the latest hour
You remind me of our late night talks and sleepless mornings
As you say hello I allow your words to caress my ears as you'd once caressed my heart
My love comes at full force as if I'd never been hurt and we'd never said goodbye
I look in your eyes now and wonder what caused them to turn so cold
I fell hard for a warm soul, now it's what remains from a scar never healed
And here we are finally saying hello like we've never left and time has not brought us through hardships that were not easily conquered
Goodbye old memories, hello old friend
Ruby Red
A knife. It's edges serrated in a unique pattern unlike any other. It's sleek look and crisp cutting edge design, only to be used for special occassions. I took it out of the drawer and with eyes intent on a purpose I held it carefully. As the knife gracefully glides over my wrists down to my arms and slightly digs it's point into my skin. Never breaking skin it only seems to leave a mark of raised footprints left behind by a painful memory. The pain does not compare to what I have endured many times before. The scars I have are often not permanent, but the scars on my heart are forever embedded. Religion hold my body and soul like an anchor on dry land. I've often hit dry land only to be slowly dragged back into the deep dark abyss of the ocean. My anchor seems to slowly disappear and leaves me floating away from dry land. The kitchen drawer calls me telling me that what it has can help me, but the kitchen drawer doesn't have a person that I could talk to and I doubt that it even has a cup for me to pour my feelings into. Barren and empty the cupboards of my soul whistle as the words of others flow in and out. My mind barely keeping up with what my emotions are. I am my own friend. There is no one but me here. When that knife, serrated and sharp, breaks my skin it will be the day that I will finally breathe. The blood, a ruby red fountain, will drip. Drip by drip you'll see the path that I have once lived.
