perfect moments,
pass so quietly by,
timid and shy,
wrapped in your arms,
never lasts long enough,
and some days are just too rough.

Forgotten

devastation,
reaching out for a frozen touch,
blindly feeling for the last shred of warmth in your eyes,
I know you could love me if you tried.

hatred,
plunged back into this cell that is my mind,
grasping for brittle affection,
I know that you could see me if you didn’t shut your eyes.

release,
feel my self falling farther from the surface,
painful rapture as I give in to the oblivion and fall below,
I know you could heal me with your touch.

a face in the mirror,
my own shattered picture,
what would it be like to actually see?
a ball and chain,
my own cramped little cell,
what would it feel like to run free?
this scarred skin,
my own lowly flesh,
what would it feel like to be me?