Arbutus Hearts
Who the hell are you?
A familiar stranger standing before me.
Maybe I knew you once,
In a life not too long ago.
We stand alone,
with arbutus hearts,
wrapped around our necks.
The cold breeze on our chapped lips,
only a small reminder of the continuing silence,
and the bittersweet illusion,
of memories we once shared.
I see right through you,
your words of promise,
turned in to games of hide and seek and hopscotch.
So standing here,
you hand me your departing gift,
a gift of a haunting truth and desperate lies.
Transience
Rustled sheets and untouched clocks,
and conversations of times past.
Your image still lingers here,
sinking in to every wall,
and through every window,
and through my very form.
The striking transience all too short.
Like a Jigsaw Puzzle
Things are finally falling back in to place in my life, and it’s great. I’m finally finding people that I can connect with, people that I can talk to and feel that it actually means something. I’ve come to a better understanding of myself recently, and I have an idea of what I really want to do in life now.
I consider myself a very positive person despite the fact that when I hit my lows, I can turn in to a complete wreck. There’s not many people out there who can say with absolute honesty that they completely love themselves. I feel that the only way to truly achieve happiness is to love and accept everything about yourself, including all of your flaws.
Yeah
I’ve hurt too many people and uplifted too little. I should get a hold of myself one of these days.
