i often dream
of the day
i will let you
stay outside
prying at my windows
instead of holding
the door to my heart
wide open.
you still know
how to
get to me.
i still let you
get to me.
you crawl under
my skin,
lay your head
on my chest
and i forget
that i ever
wanted you to leave.
needed you to leave.
i like the walls
you destructed,
the words you wrote
on them,
the lies you
painted.
they are beautiful.
you are beautiful.
art.
not only to the naked eye
but to my soul who knew yours.
if only time could
turn you ugly.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Muses & Musings
Welcome to my new series, a weekly blog on what’s inspiring me. I spent much of last week in bed with a stomach bug. I’ll spare you the details of that—but in addition to the grotesque physical symptoms, I had some fever dreams I won’t soon forget. Imagine my surprise to see Vocal’s newest challenge: Write a fiction story about a recurring dream or nightmare.
By Davina Zinn McKee6 days ago in Journal
Comments (1)
I hear that beat of the last line. I completely love the time turning one ugly to mend a broken heart. It is so perfectly said. Well said,