Tourist In A Familiar Land

The way your eyes meet mine,
Somehow lost its depth,
The way your hands lingered on my skin,
Like I’m something you’re afraid to touch,
The way you say my name,
Seems like it’s leaving a bitter taste.

Is this what it feels like?
To be a tourist in a familiar land?

My response to: Tourist

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You came along and taught me that I could be somebody and not just a nobody. You taught me that there’s more to life than disappointments, that there are chances, and once in a lifetime opportunities that I should take. You make me feel things that no other human being can—you made me feel loved and I have loved you in return.

But season changes and time flies, as soon as you got what you want from me, you treated me like a piece of garbage. You made me feel like I was at the end of your priority list— that I don’t deserve your time. That I was an option; not just an ordinary option, but an option you aren’t even willing to take.

You wouldn’t even look at me as guilt slowly kills you on the inside. But that didn’t stop you. And just like that, as fast as you came into my life, that’s how fast you left me for another.

Healing

I look at my body and see the scars slowly fading. Each scar represents a painful memory yet a lesson learned.

The one on my knee taught me not to run away; Run from things that made me afraid, that I can’t keep running away forever and I need to take it face on.

The scald taught me not to teach things that are too hot or I’ll get burned. Burnt by something so bright that I can’t possibly know until it was too late.

The bruise on my fists taught me that I should think rationally. I need to stop and breathe and think things over before I could hurt myself.

Yet the most significant one, was the one that you left—the scar that you left in my heart. I realized I shouldn’t have fallen that easy with words and petty lies. I let you in when I said I would never would. But hey, who could blame me? With that hazel eyes and tantalizing smile of yours, I’m sure everyone would fall. But thank you for cutting me the deepest and thank you for telling me I deserve better because a person who couldn’t see that I think they were already the best doesn’t truly deserve me.

It was never easy but I moved on. I am healing and whoever is reading this, I hope you are happy.

My response to : Scars

Whispered Memories

My days with you are long gone. You are merely a tragic memory of what we used to be. I’m now used to the days that you are no longer here. But I do admit; there are days I feel like you are here —haunting me with memories of what once was a happy fairytale; an echo of our loud laughter; your warmth beside me as you whispered, “I love you.”

In response to: Whisper