Inktober2018 day 15: weak(ness)
I am feeble to the winds of your words and the gaze of your azure orbs
I was your place of calm in the night You left me broken and abandoned I wish I could go back, standing strong in the corner of your heart But now I am broken, shattered into a million pieces, ripped out Only left are my splinter in your skin
I want to go back in time Be fixed, stable and loved again Not standing in the rain, soaking the water into myself and feel my wooden heart swallow
Stop feeling sorry Stop feeling disgusted Look at me and remember the past The number of nights we spend together But all I see is you wishing for something new A new place of calm in the night
I can’t sleep without you without feeling your resting body pressed against mine I am awake and so are you By breaking me, you lost your place of calm I am broken and you are restless We did not think at all
You can blame me for my weakness But wood is not meant for eternity And no matter how much you crave for something new I will always remember the nights we shared The calm of your breath whenever you were about to fall asleep I would be there to catch and hold you until the morning sun arrived
But that's not on me anymore And even when I am gone remember me remember our nights, dreams and smiles Just a moment before you fall asleep remember the comfort we used to find and the love we used to share
(from "on the settled life") sitting against a little light in the dark struck across a flash of strange feeling with a sinking heart, I turned my face and there, behind the empty space, remained only the familiar scenery if a stranger was standing there, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant through the body weakness, ignorance, cowardly hope, cowardly belief, unlike all of those that stays in only slight desires, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant