InfectionInfectionAs your skin stretches over tired emotionsIt festers, unmovingA tiny womb, engorged with the fruit of an almost invisible mistakeThe lance brought forth a torrent of regrets-Should have,Would have-Why didn't I?Murmured reminders dispersing and forgottenAs quick as you destroy any traceOf the promises you failed to keep to yourself..
UnreadA message that will never be delivered;You confuse me. I hate that. I've always thought the walls I put up between me and your attention were enough that if you were to some day disappear, I wouldn't care. I wish it was as easy as going out on a Saturday and finding another you. I desperately want nothing more to do with you, to wash my hands and wake up, sunny- yet I stumble and dissolve the minute I try to be myself.I hate that the only way you got under my skin was when you didn't acknowledge me at all- the only way I ever felt that maybe you were the person I wanted to wake up next to and not mind your sleep corpse, was when you wante