Forever O’clock?

You said you’d love me forever

but it’s 8:26 on an empty Tuesday night and forever seems to have flown by.

It Starts Inside.

She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind …

Resuscitation Revaluation

I used to think drama would resuscitate me.

Seal the voids, saturate the silence and fill the empty spaces inside me.

I thought a little fire would reignite my life.

But after a while the fire started burning so hot, I wasn’t sure whether it was burning hot or turned to ice.

My patience ran out, with far too many questions and doubts and I found what I suspected.

Certainly swept of my feet but with no intention of catching me, he knew I’d hit the ground any second but turned around and neglected, not even tempted to save me.

My patience ran weary, the desire grew dreary and the passion was only passionate in the beginning.

Yes, my senses were stimulated, my nerves damaged my brain imbalanced and now I don’t know if I can manage my own will.

Days turned to weeks, to months, too fast but felt as if time were standing still.

I lost myself in him and then I lost myself through him, and now I cant find myself at all and fear my favorite part of myself is lost forever.

Imprisoned by his game, betrayed and ashamed, some of my worst times have been times we spent together.

I thought he’d bring me back to life but I couldn’t feel more dead.

I don’t want the drama; just bring me back the kind of love you die for, not fight for and I’ll never take it for granted again.

-Erika Fuego

Razor blade

Sometimes you’ve got to let it go.

You have to let go because holding on is too painful.

Or being forced to live makes you resentful.

This world is interrupting my peace.

Domestic Violence

Eyes watering, wobbly knees, heart racing, grinding teeth.

Listening to the shrieks in your scream.

Drops of fear glistening down my cheeks.

Rushing to the phone but you’d yell not to call the police.

Betrayed by a guy with no last name.

 Looking at it now I don’t even know your last name.

I have no idea where you live, or the name of the company you told me you worked for.

I really know nothing about you but the exchange of small talk, smiles, chuckles and the way your lips felt against mine.

“Too Much Pride”

I let you go but I’m the one hurting inside

Too much pride

(Nothing)

 I feel this rage

pent up

locked up

and stored deep within

shaking and shifting

jerking and moving around within me

Only to Wither Away

As I cry

As my heart bleeds

As my soul weeps

I can hear the branches of the tree

scratching against my window

and crying with me

“Forgive but Never Forget”

I can move on

but look back

and always recall

when I felt like I couldn’t.