Archive for the Heartache Category
Give Me a Distraction

Behind these shades
I’m crying on the train

With music and crosswords
I attempt distraction
but my mind is set to
Rewind, replay

the events of the day
how my heart aches.

Fire Engine

am defined –
You prefer the blond
enough that
I cried this morning
For a colour long lost
To an impulsive
Friday night
When I thought
Fire would better
My sense of self
And now bitter –
I am floating
On a haze
Of the days
My misery
For all the world
To see
The colour
I used to be.

Suffer the Truth

This is futile; insufferable. I don’t know the name of the game I play, or the prize for the winner, but I gamble nonetheless. I’m told that it is expected that I should feel this way. Times like these are life-changing, if not a reminder that life is fleeting – and watching the love of one to another – the awareness of what I have (or don’t have) is painful. I’ll wear my singledom proud, even if it’s faux. I try to keep in mind those embroiled in companionship may look upon it with envy, but again, am I making allowances for the way that I feel? And what is the worth that I can go out and dance with a stranger knowing that I could colour the truth, play a false identity, pretend that I’m someone else? For when the murk and dirt of the dancefloor is illuminated by the beginning of the day, the invisible becomes visible. I become vulnerable to a perception based on the hue in my eyes or the colour of my skin. I scold myself for having personality. There is a reason I stand behind this wall: dare that person see the blood in my veins! That the talk is generated from a mouth! Only a fool would allow them inside, but of course I open my doors and sing out to the night that it’s “free for all, come share it with me!” And to what virtues would they relate? This breed is a dying kind, an un-lasting kind… and how unkind could the world possibly be? Surely there’s someone out there who feels the same as me!?

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