To think that I was
home, and here and now was then.
I felt you looking at me
but you were hollow.
You pulled at the strings that held me together
and then dropped them.
You didn't want to know,
I should have understood.
I walked towards you
and you saw me
I hurt you
I loved you
and as the threads start to separate
I will sink down
and fall back comfortably
against your skin.
16-10-09
L.
Lucy!
ReplyDeleteI need to read this blog more. within minutes of reading your entries i always feel inspired, and even though i haven't even set foot on here for aaages, the first thing i find when i get back is beautiful poetry!
thank you for reading my blog, as always, and for the love of god, keep writing.
my internet is very dodgy in my new northcote house but i will try to comment as much as possible!
--marty