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A letter to my hands

I know I taught you to hold on everything that disappears, too tightly.

I convinced you each time that things would be different.

But, I also taught you that you had fire in your fingertips and fight in your fists.

I taught you that no matter how much it would hurt you couldn't give up.
Nothing that would be worth it would come easy.

Sometimes you have to learn that you have to hold on in order to teach others that letting go is the easy way out.

I never wanted you to be the hand that let's go. I taught you to fight.



I fear you're letting me go.

I remember the days when I would sketch you over
and over
and over
again.
I followed your angles like the path home.

I fear, I sketched you to remember your glory.



Together we have learned to heal. Your touch, my heart.

We've been the security for small hands searching for the hand that will never let go. The drier of tears. The creator of visual representations of all we see. The writer of words gone unspoken. The lover who cherished touching his body like the gilded treasures it possessed. The dancing fingertips playing silent music.

You have been my connection to the world. You allow me to experience my feelings in the flesh. You are the past, the present and
I need you to be the future.

I know I taught you to hold on too tightly. I know these days your hold is growing tired.

Don't let go. I promise I will never let you hold to anything I know will disappear any longer. I promise to take more care to recognize what you need. I promise to not push you to far. I promise to never let go. So please, don't let go.

We have tears to dry. Lips to touch. Small hands to hold. New places to experience through our fingertips. Rain droplets to collect in our palms. Skin to caress like the welcoming light of  the moon on water.

We have a hands to find that will never let go of ours. So please, don't let go.

I taught you to fight. I taught you to fight with love and commitment. So please, don't let go.

Love,

Your heart

-Melanie Hamblin

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Circle

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i get scared when i think of the word "leaving"

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A Straight Woman Responds To 377A

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You Lied

This punch in the heart
Is the worst sort of ridiculous
The kind that makes you crazy
in feeling alone,
or only
Only, reality is this:
- Life goes on
- I kept breathing
- And the world doesn't give a shit
Like you
Always the realist
Treating love like a sickness
Reduced to a statement
"It's sad, but true."
But the "it" is me,
And I was to you

But nevermind my madness
Or the amplitude of sinking stillness
Just watch the ticking clock repeat this
Second-song of clicking lyrics
Played for ones who never hear it
And the world that doesn't give a shit

I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to talk about it...

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a letter from Me to Me

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Goodbye Letters

I don't expect you to understand
That humanity is nothing but scattering sand
You keep trying to tell me that this life is grand
And that some things don't go as planned

But my life here has always been upside down
And I've never been the type to constantly move around
But now I think I'm finally ready to move, and find a new town

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Sweet Words

If your ears never housed sweet words,
If your mind always whspered canonballs
and fired at sight, any righteous thought
of self love...

Charity cases must grow heartfelt,
reflections must take you by surprise and bruise,
bruise your cholesterol heart.

Hopes to end this war,
Make history, a D-day,
seem unrealistic and far because

you end every war and never your own,
blow every candle and ignore yours,
carry hope and forget to board.

And I'm such a ghost.
Such annoyance you ignore.
Why thrust? why drown? im off your
shoulders; adorned with guilt,
insecurities,demons I've already fought.

Sweet words circle the drain
and suffocate you, as
I stand here and cry questions;
"will anyone help you?"
            "will you smile, away?"

Somewhere lays a desire
to pearl yourself be born-again,
everyone prays, and even light knows
                           even God knows

you deserve more.

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If what I feel for you is love

What is pain

Because right now

They hurt the same