Ribbons and Bows

My entry in this poetry contest.

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Falling apart from the inside out; ripping at the seams. Ink blurring the story, still I can't erase the past. Vivid images hung in my memories. The song will never fade, and your voice will remain, as tears drip like a leaky faucet that cannot be fixed. And you'd tell me I'm not, but I feel so broken. Neglecting these words, because I cannot get them out. But right now expression is all that I've got. Eyes will burn in sadness, brain will collapse from exhaustion, and a fragment of my heart will fall asleep in a coffin.

The beating of my head is not in tune with my heart. All of these raindrops flooding my thoughts. Stranded in the middle, no paddles or a boat. Just this plank of wood that eventually won't float. This dismayed greeting of tears and my cheeks, and I'm begging for just one kiss that would linger. Forever. And just wrap itself in my mind, entwine with every thought, just to make it through each moment.

The silence hanging on the wall every night above my head. Dreams are not an escape, and ignorance is not my taste. This thread is spinning, knotting itself and getting shorter every time I look. I could dance in the rain with the thunder shaking my heart, making the beat unsteady. Tell me there's a ground underneath, because I'm lost and when I fall, I know I'll have to stop. I didn't pack a parachute. I gave mine to you.

The crunch of the leaves under my feet cease their sound as they turn soggy and break down like they're supposed to. The crickets hide underground. But me, I'm supposed to live and breathe under pressure. Under this water, but I'm drowning. Hollow and caving in, my heart. Being hit with a hammer. This aching, it's spreading and it won't go away. It consumes me like this darkness and I am blinded, as I lie awake without you at night. Emotions are strangling, and they close up my throat. I struggle to speak, and my words come out weak. I'm losing touch. I wish I could just get some sleep. Without this torture that is anything but sweet.

We want more. More than we have, more than they could understand. We want us. Something they cannot take away, but we're scared. Wrap it up in ribbons and bows, it still will break us both. I can't see clearly, but I know that. The sky closed up. The darkness is blocking the light. I am trapped within grayness and sorrow. There's always tomorrow. Another day for the same thing to start again.