Saturday, November 16, 2013 | By: Ray

The Choice is Yours

I want to be close to you
in every way.
Even when we touch
I inch myself closer
as if somehow 
by removing the 
millimeters 
of space 
my heart 
will 
climb 
into 
your 
skin.

I don't want this beating thing anymore. 
This 
        is my 
                   plea. 

Take it. 

It was always yours.
Just like the choice is now. 

(choose
               me
                      .
                       . 
                         .
                           
                             please)
   

{Grey's Anatomy quote: "Okay, here it is, your choice... it`s simple, her or me, and I`m sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me."}
Copyright: November 16, 2013

Saturday, November 9, 2013 | By: Ray

Red

Loving you was like breathing life into a deflated stretched out balloon
Blew out everything I had, tried to breathe back in, but it all went wrong
Loving you was like landing in the sky without even leaving the ground
Not sure when I jumped, but it was high enough, no longer bound

Losing you is blue like my tear filled eyes
Missing you is dark like storm filled skies 
Everything you said is floating around my head
I could never forget how loving you was red

Touching you was feeling my heart beat in another skin
Feeling you was knowing I'd never have to be lost again
Fighting you is like tearing into my own flesh 
My own words razor marks always newly fresh

I tell myself "I'm wrong
My feelings are just a song
I won't be like this for long"

Can we just move on? 

I still love you in red.

{Prompt: Heartbreak, Rhyme} Copyright: November 9, 2013
Monday, November 4, 2013 | By: Ray

Part two of something I thought would have ended long ago...

I fear 
your hands 
will never 
reach across 
the pit of solitary 

to find 
the un-swung 
axe blade
my heart 
still clings to daily.

I fear
my hands 
will.

Help.


{Phobias: Autophobia- Fear of being alone or of oneself.}
Copyright: November 4, 2013