That new feeling
of opening my eyes
and wanting to •not• die.
I silence my needs
with my own hand,
as if wanting to feel
what it is like
to feel them drip
between my fingers.
I’m drunk
on your ruptured love,
and I’m sober
because of the lack of mine.
Months and months
I spent watching
moths
eat me from the inside.
Holes in my words
were making more holes in them,
and I was deteriorating
from within.
I still feel
the sting of your words
and
the taste of my own ones,
stuck in my throat.
Salty.
Like the smell of the sea.
I constantly look for you(r)
replacement,
I substitute this strong feeling
with a physical need.
You know,
I would kiss
every man in this world,
if it meant
I would feel at least half
of
what it was to be with you –
imaginary moments.
My days became a ghost town,
where I walk alone,
thinking about those split seconds
when I gave myself to you,
and didn’t even dare to think
I’d be eaten alive.
– Chatty Owl –
This is very poignant, and so powerful. Emotion isn’t always raw and does have a lot of intricacy to it, which you’ve managed to capture beautifully.
I was deteriorating
from within
Powerful stuff. There are times when we feel like that and no one will see how much we are hurting.
I run out of words to compliment your work – but I connect. Hope all is well -Cheers J
You are always so kind to me. It makes me smile. And yes, let’s attempt to write together and guest write something! I’d like to, whenever I have more time 😦
Just email me one of your poems to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk and I will do the rest – time is precious for us all – we never get enough sadly! 🙂 Cheers J
Strong and powerful writing here, Miss Owl. Very powerful.
delicious poetry – just in case, I’ll be standing in line for that kiss
Oh Paul… You know, that line might be shorter than I anticipated.
squee
zing
~
exo
skeletons
Hi-
ding
past mistakes
no erasers
~
Art
has
no
mistakes
*hugs* I hope you do feel again, you’re a beautiful person and you will feel again, you deserve it
Feel again? That’s a lot to ask.
i know *hugs* getting hurt like that rips chunks out of us, don’t let the bleeding drown you. You’re an amazing, beautiful soul, and knowing you has enriched and made my life brighter. I hate seeing you hurt :-/, but we have to walk through the glass filled streets, to get back to the happy place again. ready to start the walk? *holds out hand*
I wouldn’t say hurt.. Disappointed more like. Longing. Sighing over things that could have happened, yet didn’t. Anyhow, thank you for your constant support. I hope you are well and feeling happy.
Strong stuff chatty. Yea I get the end stanza n been there but no longer there.
Thanks, darling. Been too long. But glad you could relate.
Strong and vibrant.
I’d scream if i could.
Scream! It’s therapeutic 😉
Let me know when it’s my turn. (to be kissed that is) Loved the poem.
You’ll get a personalised invitation.
Ha ha ha Thank you.
Oh my! I’m here smiling like a fool, I’ve never been gladder to be called stranger lol
P.S. Thanks for subscribing, but that’s my abandoned blog you subscribed to. I now blog at poetolu.com/blog 🙂
you matter little owl!
Thanks, my darling! How have you been?!
very well, of course better in crossing paths with you
You are ever so kind 🙂
What can one say when the owl hoots, except to just listen and enjoy …The months and Moths made me chuckle 🙂
Hey stranger!!!!
Strong words…deep feelings.
Never stop flying.
You… You… You know I miss you.