We Don't Speak Anymore:
It's funny that way
How human beings become strangers
A number of months,
A year in the making,
Suddenly nothing but vacant.
Vacant space from my head to yours
As I convince myself I might maybe
Still know who you are
In some hopeful, delusional life,
I'm able to talk to you.
But in this existence, I am a coward.
I cannot speak.
And for that I do not know
If I hate myself.
~J.K.M.
Headaches:
The pressure raising in my temples
Causes a discomfort I should know by now.
But every time the pain comes rushing in
My heart aches in time to my head.
I should be used to it all now
But I'm not.
You're like the headaches that come.
I should know by now what it means
To dully ache in time to my heartbeat
But each time it comes again
I cry as if
It's the first time I've ever had a headache.
~J.K.M.
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
PoetryPoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
