08. Touchy Subjects
Jan. 13th, 2021 12:10 pm183 words. Approximate reading time: 1 minute. Audio version here.
I see you there,
Licking your wounds,
As though licking a wound
Ever made it better,
As though I don’t
Have wounds of my own
That I tend to
Only when you are asleep,
When the world is quiet
And I can focus my thoughts.
But you can still see them.
I know because you pick at my scabs
While I swathe yours in cotton
So they can heal properly.
Sometimes I think you are my penance,
And I am whipping myself
At your misguided direction,
Punishing my present for my past
When the room is dark
And I think no one can see.
And maybe that’s my problem.
I place the blame elsewhere
And focus my efforts on you
Rather than myself.
But maybe it’s your problem, too,
That your eyes are blind
(Perhaps willfully, perhaps not),
Or too inwardly focused too see
When my life is filled with light
And you come to take it away.
Whatever becomes of us,
Of you and me as individuals
Struggling to untangle ourselves
From the straps of the baggage
We cocooned each other up in,
May we emerge as ourselves, but better.
Will we emerge separately or together?
Only time will tell.
My only hope for you
Is that one day,
You take a look in the mirror
And you finally see your own face.
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Date: 2021-01-14 07:09 pm (UTC)Have wounds of my own
That I tend to
Only when you are asleep,
This was so painful, especially because in this moment, we know how very true it is.
There is nothing like having a person we love tornado through our heart and soul, blades flying and shredding us to pieces as they fixate on their own hurt and panic and remain blind to the greater destruction left in their wake. :(
I'm so, so sorry. *hugs*
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Date: 2021-01-19 04:48 pm (UTC)I know because you pick at my scabs
While I swathe yours in cotton
So they can heal properly."
I'm pretty sure I lived that relationship senior year of college. Loved her wholly, but we were not in a healthy relationship.
Well written; you get the feeling out to the reader. Not always easy to do.
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Date: 2021-01-19 04:53 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for your kind words :)
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Date: 2021-01-19 05:23 pm (UTC)Have wounds of my own
That I tend to
Poetry can heal. Writing it and reading it. Thank you for this. And I hope you find your way, m'dear.
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Date: 2021-01-21 07:56 pm (UTC)I see you there,
Licking your wounds,
As though licking a wound
Ever made it better,
As though I don’t
Have wounds of my own
That I tend to
Only when you are asleep,
This part, especially, just hits super hard. And I wish it were just words, and not something real <3
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Date: 2021-01-21 09:22 pm (UTC)Bravo!
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Date: 2021-01-21 10:01 pm (UTC)P.S. I hurt about where this poem is coming from for you, but it's so beautifully written, and spoken.