Who are you waiting for?

O my heart, and why?

Silence is forever,

Loneliness is nigh.

Nobody cares for you...

Or for me

Then why do we cry?

Why do you dream of nights past?

Why do I make the memories last?

Be it a bed of roses...

Or of thorns

Our fate is to yield and sleep.

Let go of ties that bind us

And leave the liaisons behind us.

Your happiness, my heart,

Has always been

A cause for me to weep.

Who can you call your own truly?

To Who can I relate dearly?

There's no one to share this agony.

So, who are you waiting for?

O my heart, and why?

Silence is forever

Loneliness is nigh.

and after, my doubt

it followed

naturally

like a shadow

it visited me

in dream

as the form

of a person

I thought

once was

known

unto me

in darkness

it blessed me

when I sneezed

and joking,

it laughed

comfortably

as I shifted

positions

to accommodate,

its growth

and it let me, in

on the secret, low

that behind my eyes

my love had only been

sleeping

01.06.2025

Longing challenge @dctezcan

I think... He loves me.

He just doesn't know it yet.

He's scared.

Admittedly I am too.

We sat out back of schools, fields of red and green when I was feeling blue.

My hand on his, he'd squeeze me firm. Tell me things I needed to learn.

How I wasn't so awful. That I was worth the time.

And that my mother's bloody opinion didn't need to be mine.

I needed to know, to know I should love myself too. I just needed someone to do it first, that way I knew-

Knew that I needed no rhyme or reason. I can be the painter of my season. Touches of blue, wild passions of red. And I can temper back his feeling of dread.

For all the reason that he sought. I'm right there, calm and letting thoughts. Thoughts of he, thoughts of me, all churn and crawl about. Uncertainty will go away some night, I have no doubt.

And when his fear makes him say cruel things. I know other days, he won't say the same.

He'll say he loves me.

I'll hurt much less.

He'll kiss me warmly, and steal my breath.

For what are two young scared people supposed to do? But try to learn to grow old together and learn how when our love is new.

Pathoses' sacrificial rainbow breath

solicits the unrivaled sternal ache

that spurns all just attempts to be confined

and levies shrill revenge for heart's Adored-

now sentenced to subjection without pause

to spend this lifetime in a noiseless cell.

Aphasic wails tattoo their glottal cell

with selfish blasts of frantic mourning breath

that riot pain, forsaking inward pause-

and mute alarms expose the guilty ache

that seeks escape to keen for its Adored,

hysterics solitarily confined.

Immobile airstreams choke on loss confined

by every suffocated larynx cell

within a sawdust throat that rasps 'Adored'

and thirsts for taintless, mountain-rainstorm breath;

alas, such punishment befits the ache

whose lonely penance segregates from pause.

Existence takes an anguish-sanctioned pause,

bemuzzled and unwillingly confined

in pity's dungeon edified by stony ache,

and empty years emaciate the cell

with secret weeping's paralytic breath

that cloaks in numbness to conceal Adored.

Unfocused memories obscure Adored

in fitful shadow smoke and whispered pause,

regret encumbering belabored breath

held hostage by a solemn life confined

to torment's dubious remembrance cell

that still abrades the scabby, ageless ache.

Faint murmurings bedim the hopeful ache

where love's resided, faithful and adored,

despite its rufous-speckled iron cell;

now wistfulness reclaims the will to pause,

surrender springing amnesty confined,

exhaustion reaches for joy's spectral breath.

Acquitted ache succumbed to astral pause;

at last, adored serenity's confined

and no one hears the cell's reposing breath.

Did i truly lose my mind when you left me,or did you take it in a suitcase, with a one way ticket with my heart?

I still remember the good times,so i guess you only took a piece of my mind.

I do long for the old days,the awkward moments.The times we could read each others minds,entangled in body, mind and soul.

I do miss those times.

So i guess you only took a piece of my heart.

I hope the memories we had,the good the bad,will always be a part of the brokeness we restored with sentiment and rememberance.

I long for you to come back.

But right now,the right half of my mind and heart is complete.