Saturday, 7 January 2012

watch me fall apart

there always seems to be so much i want to say when the moment comes
the temporary good-bye that feels like the last and final good-bye
i'm glad you don't notice the tears each and every time 
even i don't know what to do with myself at times like these
i see myself running away, to try and escape the memory of the good-bye
of the pang of pain, that strikes so incredibly deep; into the core of my being
but your scent always lingers, holding stronger than the stifled memory
it's then i fear, with every fiber within me, that i truly love you

"i tried to forget
but you grew roots around my ribcage
and sprouted flowers
just below my collarbone
all day i pluck their petals
but i have not yet ascertained 
whether you love me or not"

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