The trees are all bent,
The wind is howling over, The storm is yet to come, But the damage is already done. I offer you peace but you give me conflict, I bleed my heart out, but yours is running dry, The battle cry hasn’t been given yet, But your guard is already up. The soldiers are ready, The Cavalry is on guard, The war hasn’t started yet, But the bloodshed is already done. Darling, I never meant to start a war. But now I’m going to end it.
I have been driving endlessly, through valleys that are deeper than the highest mountains I have climbed. Through sunrises and sunsets, some lasting longer than the other.
Sleep is now a distant friend, so I carry on my journey alone. Often, I reach out my hand to hold yours, only to be reminded of your absence.
Voids the size of the Milky Way stare back at me.
So I wonder, how an empty heart can feel so heavy.
I thought I was running away from the mess I created. Driving away from you and your thoughts. But they’re all staring at me from the backseat.
Gently reminding me of the pain that has attached itself to me.
I want to come back home,
I want to come back to you.
But I am lost.
And I don’t think these roads can ever lead me back.
Today I mourn,
All the things that I lost. Things that never belonged to me in the first place. I’ll list it in no particular order, So here it goes.
Dreams. Happiness. And laughter. Children. Peace. Joy. And a happily ever-after. Of all the things I lost and The ones that left me feeling like a ghost, You come a close second. But if I’m being honest, I miss myself the most.
If love is a battlefield, darling
Then, I’m already dead.
Art: Brandan Ray
You thought we could be friends
After all that we’ve been through.
But I need to survive,
So how could I ever betray myself and befriend you?
In my dreams
And they don’t lie, darling We exist together Not as a you and an I But as an us. I reach out and I can feel you by my side Sleeping soundly Without a care in the world Without an idea of How much you mean to me. In my dreams, darling We always find our way back To each other Through distances and spaces To warmth and love. In my dreams, darling You’re still there when I wake up So I memorise your smile And I hug you tighter But only in my dreams.
To be chosen
Is the greatest gift
And yet we don’t choose ourselves
I can tell you this with all the wisdom I have gathered, broken hearts are the heaviest. As you watch the contents of your heart spill into the street, waves taking over the whole town, don’t look away.
This is all your love, washing down buildings of memories. You created that, and if the whole town drowns, cutting you off from the rest of the world, then so be it.
If someone wants to reach you, they will sail through the rising waters.
And when that happens all you have to do
Is decide if they can get to you.
What you’re holding on to is long gone. All that remains is the skeleton of what you once loved.
Please bury it.