Forsaken One

I am forsaken, my soul...taken, rejected and despised, eternally chastised, for sins of my own, judged by god or those on their phone, with just a glance, barely a chance, then the swipe, to decide one’s life, right or left, they’re so adept, by appearance alone, a story is sown, to be reaped in time, …

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Without His Soul

The desire wanes, with my pain, no words flow, whilst happiness grows, I am broken, my scars yearn to be opened, entice the oracle, an omen, inspiring words to form a poem, siphon a flow of tears, silenced by the years; joy may be a blessing, and contentment caressing, but agony is familiar, and its …

So tired of love songs…

So true…
-Grabbety

Between the lines

6594026315_fec38821cd_bHe looks at me with such innocent eyes. “But you liked the music…” He wants to know why do I look so sad. Why do I feel so alone. Why can’t I listen to the damn radio anymore. “Why?”

Torn between love and hate, reality and appearance, “you and me” and “us”, I choose to lay still, waiting for the storm to pass me by. It happened before and I survived, so I embrace the silence and I just close my eyes. Just…don’t. Don’t make me listen to this melody on repeat.

Do anything else…

Run your fingers through my hair, like you used to…

Kiss my neck gently, sending shivers through my body, like it was before…

Hold me tight, let me feel the warmth and the safety of your arms around me, like you promised to…

Or, maybe, walk away, leaving me with my thoughts. I’ll let you…

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Will I?

Sometimes, I get so tired... of living; tired of trying; smiling; lying; pretending everything’s fine; surviving all the time; struggling through...life; why? after all the effort, desire to make dreams come true, after everything falls apart, still going on...sucks... will it ever get better? never know if I don’t try, will I? © 2018 Grabbety …

The Way You Once Missed Me

Story of my life…
-Grabbety

A Writer's Soul

I wish I could have loved you the way you once missed me,
I can’t have you, all of you, only for you to disregard me,
Like another trophy on your shelf,
Like I was a question that you thought didn’t deserve an answer,
Or a puzzle that couldn’t find its missing piece.
Darling, I forgive you after all that’s said and will be said,
Because I know you are my downfall and I’ll keep falling,
Like Eve to the apple, Lucifer to his pride,
I can’t seem to shed myself of this sin,
And I’ve been here before. I have to have been.
Because this is too familiar and too raw to have been felt only once,
This longing…this remorse for you is too much to have been felt once in a lifetime.
So I kept the broken parts, kept the fragments that could have made us,
And tried…

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Better

I miss her smile, her laugh, her tender voice, kisses on my cheek, how she told me she loved me, her hugs, holding my hand, her face when she discovered something new, but you know what I miss the most? what brings the tears? not having her around... what I’d love to have one more …