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The Spaces

The spaces between the threads, allow breath, sweater lungs
Holes where your words can seep in, soaking my wrists
Unwinding the knots as they catch wind of your words
Intertwining threads reminiscent of interlocking fingers,
fragile yet strong bonds
of
thin

thin
thread

barely
hanging
on

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p
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The spaces between our fingers, one around the other, allow depth, locked hearts
Buckled down, protect the emptiness waiting to be filled, unwilling to relent
For when the emptiness is filled and frozen, it can be cracked open

Opened                                heart                     for all the world to see and point

Vulnerable on all sides to grotesque laughing faces and sharp words that stab hard

The spaces between the words, allow thought, a pulsing pause
A strange rhythm varying with context and culture,
A breath of unused time, unfulfilled will, unsaid power
But also peace of mind, a blank slate to start over
In all the chaos filling to the brim, overflowing on whim,
There is the unpunctuated space ;

I Understand

The things I’ve said before must mean nothing to you now,
they must touch you like a poisonous blade,
a curved knife in your back, twisted this way and that.
I don’t blame you.

The memory of my unwritten, softly spoken words must sting,
putting your emotions in full swing as you try to sedate them, uselessly.
They must make your invisible wounds bleed,
and become scars only you can see in the dark of the night.
Maybe you blame me.

It was a double-edged sword, you know.
I felt the stab with you, and I always think, if only I could’ve taken it all,
I should’ve taken the fall because you don’t deserve to.
I blame me.

I’m sure you don’t anymore trust the girl who cried
wolf, one too many times, liquid voice seducing you,
only to let you down again, venom inducing you to not believe
anymore the black widow that ate your heart.
I’m sorry though sorry is not enough.