
Her (inspired by my childhood friend) short ver.

I want to write but it hurts too much and I slow down.
My engine sputters and my breathe slows.
the wheels screech and my lips part.
a sound
a piercing sound like no other
a deafening sound which fills my ears like cotton
burning my mind, like the fire sparking at the wheels
the weight
the weight tips me over
and the metal hub crashes
covering the terrible sound of sirens wailing in the distance
the rumble of the earth, the beating of my heart
it causes a great catastrophe
slowing
slowing
stopping.
done.
it is over. She is gone. I am dead.
They are too late. The damage is done.
We created a train wreck.
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Every flash of lighting illuminates my tear stricken face
And every crack of thunder masks the dreadful sobbing..
of a broken heart
Poetry by Sunshine.
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I am writing.
I am writing. I am breathing. I am working.
but I am not living.
I am writing, I am speaking, I am moving,
but I am not living.
I am writing, loving, dying, crying, grasping, pushing, pulling
but I am not living.
but at least
I am writing.
So I am alive.
Poetry by Sunshine
There are so many words on the tip of my tongue,
burning, pushing, crying to get out.
I find some spill over the edge of my lips, but it is never enough. Never enough to satisfy the need of communication.
There is so much to be said, with so many things I wish to clarify.
There is an aching desire to spill my thoughts and have my feelings gazed upon.
Yet if I were given the opportunity to speak again, I would be at loss of what to relay.
For these words come in many forms.
What would I speak of? Where would I speak from?
The sharp edges of the broken pieces of my heart?
Or perhaps the softness of my lips as I remember yours?
It may be from the tenderness of my touch as I think of your skin against mine.
These words may also overflow from my eyes in the form of tears as I remember the betrayal of those I loved most.
How will I choose to speak my feelings, given the opportunity?
Just as a bag bursts at the seams when too full, so do my lips as they part and the words come tumbling out,
too many rumbling inside of me to ignore.
In a case like this, I would have one wish.
Not to speak eloquently.
Not profess my undying love.
Not to announce my pain.
No.
My wish would be for you to understand the mess I am portraying.
My wish would be for my words to match my feelings and actions so that you may understand how I am feeling.
My wish would be for you to realize how I am living.
Without you.
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Please do not misunderstand me.
I am simply hurt that you
fell for the antics of a child
when you have a strong and beautiful woman
by your side.
Poetry by Sunshine.
Art does not belong to me, all credit goes to original owner.
Our edges fit together
but we were pieces
of different puzzles.
Poetry by Sunshine.
Art does not belong to me, all credit goes to original owner.
A Queen puts the crown on her own head.
Poetry by Sunshine.
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she was the sunshine breaking through the darkness of night
she was the eye of the storm, calm with a way raging around her
she was stronger than anyone could imagine possible
she was not a perfect person, but she was perfect for him
Poetry by Sunshine
I do not own the photo, all credit goes to original owner.
Artist: unknown
Photo Art not my own. All credit goes to original artist; unknown.