to salvage a love is to reignite a spark however it never appears to be enough
you left me in the dark left victim to your vices which are slowly tearing me apart
every time a moment arises where you are able to face me with credence you run and replace me with suffices
i have pledged my allegiance when you have forgotten your vow which makes me drown in grievance
you seem to be doing just fine without what am i left to do now
new commitments lounge on my frontal lobe awaiting contemplation from my egos bliss as my pencil touches paper i can not help but think of my faults that make me flawed so often do we forget that we’re made in the image of god i am not a muse of comfort or predictable endings i’m rather a woman who seeks adventure and spontaneous highs dreaming of a robust future while dealing with pieces of ruins making mental maps and touching new grass i know that i always can count on tomorrow
if your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it? would you admire the abrasive edges and yearn to know why they are placed how they are would you cherish its beat the rise of it when you come around or when you tell me i’m the most perfect thing would you hold it like your hands the last thing my heart will ever feel because in a way, i think it will be
“when i told you i loved you i meant it” he said. “if i told you i felt deeply about you you would believe me”.
the tugging of heart strings is an normal occurrence in his heart. he believes he has discovered love just to end up dealing with someone else’s damages.
and to tell the truth, it keeps him up at night. he stares at the ceiling for hours trying to find a remedy for the painful reoccurrence.
“why don’t we just get away, let’s find a hideout far away from this city that jest us be authentic for once.” she replied. “somewhere where it’s just you and me, then maybe our energy’s can communicate more effectively with each other.”
he thought about this for a few seconds. he finds it astounding that just as he’s ready to give up, this girl finds a way to reel him back in for more.
“it might be just what we need.” he said “but if this doesn’t mend our love, i don’t know what will.”
the two planned a round trip up to camp a few days at the yosemite mountains in california. Just about a three hour drive from their hometown san francisco.
“ i’ll come pick you up tomorrow at two p.m. be ready and at least try to pack light.” he said
as the next day came, he threw all his camping equipment and necessities into the trunk of his car and was off to go pick up his lover.
soon enough the where off to the yosmite mountains where their drive consisted of passionate expressions and arguments tying to the love they both shared.
on arrival a sense of peace and silence accompanied them both, which contradictorily slowly but surely made their skin start to crawl.
they couldn’t help but to feel like there were eyes all around them, watching and anticipating there every move.
“let’s just chalk it up to the wildlife. this time is meant to be a serene experience between us both. We shouldn’t think too deeply into it, i mean look around us, this place is gorgeous.” he said.
as they set up camp and and got a small fire pit going to keep warm throughout the rather chilling nights, dusk started to set in. The crisp air was refreshing and the two decided to find a open area close by to star gaze.
the two trekked along a small trail the led down to creek just a half a mile from where they set up camp. he led his girlfriend down the trail but soon became annoyed with her, as she wouldn’t stop composing about her goosebumps and the feeling that she is getting preyed on.
“i feel like a sitting duck.” she said “please don’t ruin this moment with your ainx-“ he wasn’t even able to finish his sentence.
a gust of wind blew behind him, almost knocking him off his feet. he turned around confused as to what just happened and his girlfriend was gone to no avail. Almost like she just vanished within thin air.
a screeching sound traveled from the side of the trail deeper into the forest and a scream let out. His adrenaline spiked and fear traveled up his spine.
“Maybe this time she was right…”
reminding myself peace of subjective like the flow of my motions pieces of myself neglected voids as far wide as oceans staying dynamic threw commotions i get my inspiration form trees they taught me to take seasons in doses no escaping what’s meant for me on top of the world, the bottom of the totem my belonging of this universe guaranteed my heart is full, it is open everything is just as it’s meant to be
speaking of it would make it real if i conceal my lips with an illusory way of thought be reticent in my interactions and desolate with my heart i could manifest a reality where everybody caught amnesia because the truth is - i am guilty, regretful of the girl i once was the role i once played so now i’m playin’ pretend
