good words

I’ve been dancing with a frown
————–on my face,
————staring at lights and only
seeing dust,
sleeping with running make up
—–and trying to eat the
——————-good words
—————–for breakfast.
——————–But the good words
————————-won’t make me smile
——————when I dance.
At least,
——they haven’t yet.

safe

There’s a song I think I should forget
but now I’m listening to it in the rain,
—–wondering,
——–when did this song become yours?
The words seep into my skin
like little drops of rain
and I want to cry
but I want to smile.
So I walk faster
because the only place that can save me now
is home.

remember

I can’t write three poems a day anymore
and I can’t even look at my diary because
my hand hurts after holding a pen
———–for more than five minutes.
Everything I write is terrible
and I’m discarding more than I used to,
but I refuse to throw this one away.
I want to say so many things
but I’ve lost the will to say them
and it doesn’t seem like anyone’s listening anyway.
I used to have a wish
that I would be remembered
but, late at night,
I wouldn’t mind being forgotten.

Gone.

I’m the voice
you thought didn’t exist,
whispering, quiet,
silent.
Ignored into
oblivion,
almost disappearing.
This time,
I swear,
I’ll never open my mouth,
never talk again,
be the silence you want.
Gone.

Listen to me when I speak.
———-(I am here).

 

highway

I had never seen the night so dark,
—–and I used to believe that darkness was where I belonged,
but I was so terrified of being lost
and never being found again.
I felt lonely.
You were talking over my favourite songs
and I didn’t mind
because I’m afraid of being lonely
but I felt so lonely.
I kept singing,
even as you spoke,
my voice was like something broken;
cracking through cracked lips,
but I sang about a crowded highway
and your voice found me.