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Ellie Geneve Apr 2016
Sliding on my knees
was a game I used to play
It was determined by inertia,
who would win that day

Lately,
I landed on my knees
after my thighs failed to run
away from the man
I call 'the one'

I felt myself slide
as far as never before

And although,
I was running from
the man I love;
I knew in my core:

I won

because I slid further more
than before
A person with intimacy issues taking baby-steps at being committed.
Ellie Geneve Apr 2016
The biggest excuse we tell ourselves is
"I don't have time"
We have 24 hours in a day.
We have nothing but time.
It's the skills to manage it that we lack.
Ellie Geneve Apr 2016
You called me sugar
but sweetened your tea with **honey
A metaphor about someone cheating on his wife.
Ellie Geneve Apr 2016
I should have known better.*
You only said "I love you"
when my parents weren't in town,
"I miss you" past 12 am,
and "Will you marry me?"
in my dreams.
Ellie Geneve Apr 2016
You still make your own bread
because it reminds you of your mother
working hard to feed her 10 children
during the dreadfulness of war, near the flaming stove

It reminds you of a time when things were anything but easy
When you had to save your meal for a scarcer time
When you woke up before the rooster's call
and prayed for your family's safety
When you realized just how much
burden and uncertainty your rib cage can carry
When you learned what strength really is
and how grief truly feels
When dehydration turned your tears into dust
When sleep was a luxury your worried eyes could not afford
When every new breath felt like a responsibility
and every water drop down your throat
felt like blessing you couldn't afford

You still make your own bread*
I think people wonder why you want to remember such a painful time
But I understand you completely

Pain is the bitter flavor your taste buds are used to
It is the background music of your video

The idea of remembering the painful past
Is not to feel pain, it is to feel the joy within the pain

The flour taste remaining on your lips
after you voraciously devour the loaf of bread
The weight your thin arms learned how to carry
The look of appreciation your mother gave you
The sense of responsibility that made you feel needed
The sunrise that made you feel yet alive
The 5 minute snooze that gave you energy
The relief after tear-less cries
The prosperous smiles
And the loss of fears

You still make your own bread*
It tastes terrible
But I love it endlessly
Ellie Geneve Mar 2016
"To prosper", I whispered to myself
every time I felt
just a little closer to mind absence.
Just a reminder of my reason being.
Ellie Geneve Mar 2016
Speak to me about regrets
as you reassure me I'm making the right choice

Talk to me about the fragility of human beings
as you remind me how strong I am

Tell me about the human memory
as you promise you'll never forget this moment

Mutter that I'm perfect as I am
as you gently hint I should ditch my bad habits

Whisper 'forever' in my ears
as you explain that life changes despite all odds

I'm asking you to be honest

Speak the two voices in your head


Instead of sugarcoating my rocks
Please, put pebbles in my sugar
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