Feeling rejected
Too stunned to even cry
My mouth parched and dry
Things that once were meaningful,
now matter not.
They are only clouds that hide the sun
A storm of doubt where once there was none.
I've experienced it second hand.
Looking on as some poor soul was it's victim.
Feeling some of their pain but it's nothing like first hand.
I fear tomorrow's anger.

i hide the cuts
and call it healing.
i smile enough
to look like feeling.

i bled to feel,
then felt too much.
so now i flinch
at even touch.

no big event,
no cry for aid.
just pain, then choice,
then steel, then blade.

the scars are thin,
but memory lingers.
i still see red
between my fingers.

they call it pain,
i call it mine.
i earned the blood,
i crossed the line.

"Possibility" shouldn’t be questioned
because anything and everything is possible.
Why else is there an “if” in “life”?

When you' re close to me
The air is thick like honey
Denser than cement

I had good intentions when I first found you
You seemed like the missing piece to my unsolved puzzle.
But time blurred the lines - the world grew loud,
And I left you on a shelf to gather dust.