Unspoken…

 

august

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There are things I never told you…
There are things I’d never say…

I kept them locked within me…
It has always been that way…

From the moment that I met you…
To the day that you walked out…

I built a wall around myself…
Constructed from self-doubt…

And that nagging little feeling…
That I was never good enough…

To match up to your expectations…
The standards set, so tough…

Which left me always wondering…
Why you accepted being with me…

And whenever I was close to you…
I always really struggled to see…

At the side of your true beauty…
What it was that caught your eye…

And forced you to stick by me…
As all those years went by…

From moments of high drama…
To flashes of pure ecstasy…

But even on the brighter days…
My inner demon would tease…

And that little voice inside me…
Would always strip away…

Any thoughts of true happiness…
Ruin any sunny and tranquil day…

And remind that your presence…
Was always more than I deserved…

Each moment that I treasured…
Weren’t really mine to be preserved…

And like a self-fulfilling prophecy…
Those cutting words became true…

Watching you walk out the door…
My soul simply withdrew…

Leaving me in a dark place…
Where I no longer really exist…

And words I now say to you…
Are so very easily dismissed…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Say Something” by A Great Big World

“I’ll never find anyone to replace you”…

remember

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They remember the time…
It was fresh, it was new…

When it was their secret…
And only they knew…

Remembering the feelings…
Those trembling words…

And subliminal messages…
That only they heard…

Remembering the moments…
Stolen from each other…

And the conversations…
That ended in the gutter…

Remembering the chills…
When their eyes first met…

The flash of electricity…
Moments they’ll never forget…

Remembering the kiss…
That sparked it all…

A single strike of lightning…
That became a fireball…

Remembering that night…
When everything twisted…

Reality became fantasy…
As inhibition was lifted…

Remembering the aftermath…
The confusion that followed…

A host of mixed messages…
And bitter pills swallowed…

Remembering those words…
Cutting like a knife…

Destroying each memory…
Made deep in the night…

Remembering the hurt…
All the tears and the pain…

That drove a wedge between…
And vowed never again…

Remembering the bond…
Lost with a roll of the dice…

And those starlight lovers…
Who paid the ultimate price

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“Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead”…

lon

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She does not speak,
like she used to do…

Her words don’t flow,
or now ring true…

Just a hollow feeling,
when they are heard…

Soulless and wooden,
not like the birds…

Who sing out aloud,
whenever she is near…

Filled with beauty,
not dread and fear…

Which is how she feels,
each and every day…

Since she lost his love and
he pushed her away…

In the midst of a storm,
raging with pure emotion…

Like the perfect kind,
found out on the ocean…

The push and pull,
the hurt and the hate…

Ripped them apart,
it was driven by fate…

Down the dark road,
of no possible return…

Hearts split in two,
as the searing pain burned…

Creating deep scars,
that will never heal…

It’s part of the process,
It’s part of the deal…

That’s left her stood,
all alone in this world…

As the days slowly pass and
her memories swirl…

Now day to day living,
is filled with regret…

But times they shared,
she’ll never forget…

~

“I once was blind but now I see”…

alone-love-lonely-boy-sad-emotional-hd-wallpaper-for-boys-wallpaperalone-quotes-being-nigerian-movie-african-lyrics-play-song

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Entered in Nineteen Seventy Three…

Born into a dysfunctional family…

In a world verging on insanity…

With so much confusion for all to see…

Emotional blackmail the silver currency…

Each word spoken with bitter cruelty…

Used to pile on such painful misery…

That eroded any chance of purity…

And clouded any kind of clarity…

In regards to his true identity…

Requiring years of cold, hard therapy…

And would end so very horribly…

Sapping any dregs of sympathy…

From people in the industry…

Who laughed at the turmoil of history…

And derided all his claims of tyranny…

Leaving his tears to fall wearily…

Questioning all remaining sanity…

And whilst others mocked his sincerity…

His best laid plans were made secretly…

Never leaving it to serendipity…

And forging a life of mystery…

In a world removed from visibility…

Whilst creating the unique ability…

To experience life so stealthily…

And grasping every opportunity…

To dine in the Devil’s own company…

Becoming the man he wanted to be…

Despite acting so fucking childishly…

And the pleasure ending so painfully…

Locking away memories without a key…

As the storm raged on, so violently…

And “THEY” attacked, so silently…

Whilst he tried to carry on defiantly…

Becoming an outcast of society…

But carrying his scars so eloquently…

Alongside his quest for sobriety…

A battle he fought so privately…

But would never end up positively…

For the child who became inevitably…

Lost since Nineteen Seventy Three…

~

“Your prison is walking through this world all alone”…

Lonely

~

In a big man’s world…
He’s a lost little boy …

Dancing with danger…
Still playing with toys…

Not seeing the impact…
Of his actions and deeds…

Just pleasing himself…
Fulfilling his own needs…

Struggling to cope…
With all the emotions…

That are thrown at him…
Upon life’s big ocean…

So he denies them…
And locks them away…

Pretends he’ll face them…
Some other fucking day…

Preferring to focus…
On what lies ahead…

Rather than deal with…
The thoughts in his head…

Those unanswered questions…
That cause him distress…

The painful memories…
His heads such a mess…

So he keeps on running…
Distracting those around…

Looking for a playmate…
And trying to surround…

Himself with pure pleasure…
To balance the acute pain…

Ignoring all the warnings…
Dancing naked in the rain…

And when this little boy…
Drank from Lady Lust’s cup…

She infected him with poison…
As she fucked his head up…

Now the big man’s world…
Has left him totally lost…

And as each day passes…
His soul counts the cost…

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