isn't it such a shame when we tie people to objects

it was my favorite shirt

i buried it in the back of my closet
i never wore it again
today i picked it up
it all came back

you came back

i want you to go away
but i hung you back up
along with my dignity and pride

and told myself i'd wear it one day

that day will never come

breathe in
put your lids to rest
would you dare to
hold in the fear
of all forgotten

put your lids to rest
do you hear waves
do you fear the dark
within the clouded mind
your harrowing thoughts

beneath those vivid images
you so desperately escape
lies quietly fluttering dreams
and if you are willing to see
within a shrouded cave below

quaint a little box,
innocently awaiting finding
familiarity in its sense
its owner long gone
holding the spark
you search.

I loath the part of me,
that cannot intercede,
with the part of you-
that has no need
for me.

It was hell, but I called it love,
And the whispers of regret became my favorite sound.
Your half-hearted love is what I look for in a crowd,
The games that you play kept me hanging around.

Like a garden of roses of black and purple hue,
More of thorns that cut, leave no mark or clue.
The worst place for hearts so fearless and bold,
Yet the perfect abode for a love that's stone-cold.

Heard my name resound; did you call out loud?
Glad you need me; you know I'm not trying hard.
I held out my hand, but where are you now?
I thought you'd be here, but you're not around.

You always surprise me, was that even fun?
Staying for today, so tomorrow you'll be gone.
Oh, how could you be that despicable someone,
To a girl who just thought you might be the one?

It was entirely hell, but I called it love,
Deep down, I know, it will always be.
But a love like mine won't forever survive,
Someday, I believe, it will set you free.

I get up and I run to the sun when I'm stuck in a place that's darker than my home,
'Cause I know now I've grown I will never be alone I'll always have somebody's silhouette,
Stand and watch holding onto something I can never quite get my hands on I'm painting with pastel grey,
When my vision is blurred maybe something I heard gave me inspiration to carve my way,

Holding On

Well my story unfolds when I try to move on from the things that I've done or the things I've said,
And I know my control was the problem initially it was all just in my head,
Verse by verse it got worse my jealousy slept with me every time I went up to my bed,
Teddy bears and fear's what I held so near I watched as my tears turned to cigarettes,

Holding On

Sometimes
          Letting go
Is the only
          Thing you
Can hold
          on to.

-Sayali Parkar