On again, off again,
Like a switch.
Dependable, reliable, undeniable
A go to, this is no glitch!
Determined to hold hands, not fist.
“Just stay in the moment..”
He sealed with a kiss.
He insists.
I can’t rely on my own insides..
Stability? What’s that?
I can’t escape my own pride.
Where is this we’ve arrived at?
On again, off again
Without a hitch.
Last ditch..
In a cloud, my own abyss.
Tension rising, in my blindness.
Self-destruction, a lack of calmness.
There I go again, a recidivist!
Internal battle, external frustration.
Hand in hand, slipping, falling..
“Stay in the moment..”
Feelings slowly ending, gone amiss.
-L
About the Creator
Elle
Poet and Short story enthusiast under the pen-name, Elle, who writes about moments that make the heart beat, skip a beat and feel like it stops altogether.
Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 4 days ago in Fiction
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