I'm trying not to stare at it..
Laying down in the dark as the
Tic
Toc
Summons flashbacks
Into my space
Faced with bookings
Backed and tagged with
Logos of you seared onto my skin..
Into my heart..
And I'm trying not to stare at it..
Because I feel the scab marks coming
Growing
Cutting the flowing of feelings
Thought to be detached
And yet my yearn to scratch
Grows deeper by the second
Minute
Hour
Tic
Toc
Tic
I HEAR.. you..
But I'm trying not to stare at it
Because looking makes 1 minutes
Feel like 1 day
4 hours, 4 years
And for years
I've been checking under this band-aid
Wondering if my lifting it
Has slowed down the process
Or if the process is just slow to
begin with ..
I'm trying not to stare
But
my eyes..
can't help to trot to the clock
that is you
And wonder
If you've healed up
Just
Yet
YOU ARE READING
Cliché: Charge my head, not my heart
PoetryAnother day, another story. Let's talk about a few of these, shall we? And as always, Peace. Love. Bass
