A second choice,
a backup plan –
like leftovers, still warm on your spoon,
but tasteless –
good only to keep your body alive,
without any real passion,
that humanity craves so much
(that you crave so much!)
Thats all you get –
substitute of feelings.
You’ve been living off her love,
but there’s none left any more
for you,
just chucked-outside coldness
and pity feelings –
like trash of the riches.
I know you hurt all over
as if your skin is a reflection
of a bruised soul
and I watch you force yourself
to fall asleep like this –
by waking up with a headache,
that seems so soothing
in comparison.
She has done it.
Not on purpose, yet so effectively.

You left your life for her
and she returned to hers –
without you.

– Chatty Owl –

12 Replies to “RESIDUE”

    1. What a beautiful thing to say, thank you. As I said before, not sleeping evokes those type of writings. Maybe I should stop sleeping altogether? Haha.

  1. Oh owly….this is perfection.

    You left your life for her
    and she returned to hers –
    without you.

    This….right here….beyond powerful.

    Also…above comment. I’m not the only one who wants u to write all the time πŸ˜‰

  2. This is just oh my god so good. Your use of imagery is just stunning. As always, your work is such a pleasure to read

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