I am a lost boy, the song lingers and I dream. Dream of laughter and peace quiet moments stolen in the the breaks of dawn, and I believed. Now the words you spoke sit on repeat, repeatedly breaking me. The grace we once held, lost in the snow of scratched records that you swore was … Continue reading You Told Me To Believe
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The Sound I Left
The person against my side isn't you, the beating in my chest hits that sour note as I watch you laughing as if everything is okay, but the music is wrong, has been for days. I remember our tune well, but what was once so clear and full, feels now more of a tolling of … Continue reading The Sound I Left
Not a love poem
Cliches are that way for a reason, and to its detriment love has lost meaning. A poem isn't anything anymore, it's just a few, hole-y lines of cheese. So excuse me my demeanor. I mean no one harm. Just something was broken in an unforeseeable war. There is pausing, and wavering, insecurity and bitterness, and … Continue reading Not a love poem
I Mean I Said It; I Mean I Showed It.
I do not exist outside of my own mind. I am there everyday so it stands to reason that I do not exist outside of it because I never leave it. I watch the world, quietly, from this prison, and I listen. I listen within this haven's walls to what you may or may not … Continue reading I Mean I Said It; I Mean I Showed It.
Faith Taryn Davies 