wendy

there are days
i want to hug her

console her from
the water
and the rain

there are days
i want to be her

imitate her in
her drama
and her pain

there are times
i want to see her

bright eyes
defying
the storms

there are times
i want to know her

dim mind
defining
the norm

wendy
defile my spirit
with what's left
of your face

the saving grace
will be mine

(sign)

picture prompt from bliss morgan's _nightmare fuel_ series
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comfort words

it all comes down to
what you want
me to say

and i don't know 
what that is

time after time
i ask you
what you wish
i would say

and flowers
and spirals
and daydreams
fall out of your mouth

with scary and abrupt urgency

and you comfort yourself
with the words
that easily come
to mind

(not my mind, unfortunately)

how can you
be in love with
this club footed fool

that stumbles over
vowels and cripples
consonants in a path of
articulate destruction?

how can i show you
that what's in my heart
and what comes from your mouth

are veritably the same animal?

there are ideas trapped
deep within
my inconsistencies

travel as you please
and you'll see

there's no mystery to me
but in your eyes

unknown

only remembered
when needed

only touched
when seeded

only seen
when required

only heard
when desired

only known
when wanted

until then
nothing started

nothing gained

(refrain)

begins

you and me
were carefree
at the beginning

you
withahundredwords
a minute

telling me about
your day

and me
two syllables in
between

(the rest implied)

strapped into
a ride
without a known
end

descending into
the dark

with a light
heart

(start)

hated

that fist
that clenches
in the middle of the night

that ball of hate
that can't wait
until my eyes close

that explosion
of me knowing
how wrong i always am

that feeling
that keeps the healing
away from my door

no good anymore
the heart's on the floor

whatever was sun
is gone again

laving me brewing
tossing and turning
when all should be
free

nothing's good to me
without you

but you're past caring
about that

(away)

chosen

not this apple
but that

not that apple
but this

i watched
you select
only the best

for your basket

but as the sun
shone its way
through
the orchard

it overshadowed
the path 
to my heart

if you
are this particular
over fruit
that gets eaten

if you
are this cautious
about food
you partake

then how
did you think
i was the one
that was worth it?

how
did you know
i was the one
that would stay?

the apple
of your eye
as time passes by

rotten to the core

will you ever
find out
the secret of
my appeal

or am i
in the darkness
forevermore?

(choose)

reach out

you are
a giggle
in my ear
and a whisper
in my heart

even though
we're apart
we're still alive

when we
reach out
and dream